Wiping his still-bloody hands off on a towel, Paimon gave the corpse one last onceover before he headed on his way. From what he could tell so far, Dominique’s presence was marked by several others around him, many of them inhuman. [i]Huh[/i]. Perhaps Taco Bell was more popular with the supernatural than he’d realised. Still though, he was too far away to be able to sense any specific details about these beings. But whatever they were, it was nothing he couldn’t handle, right? Shaking any remaining doubt out of his head, Paimon worked on honing in on Dominique’s location, and with a metaphorical swish-and-flick, he was gone.

The next thing he knew, Paimon found himself standing in an alleyway, asphalt slippery with ice and melted snow. He liked to think it was good practice to give your destinations a wide berth. After all, you never know just who or what you might encounter. Now that he was closer, however, the demon was beginning to pick up quite the array of signatures. The souls of every creature were different, and apart from the humans and demons, which he’d expected -- there were a few others. One in particular caught his attention, it was something primordial. Something ancient.

At that very moment, Paimon realised exactly just what this being was. How could he have been so blind? In all his years on earth, only one kind of creature gave off such an aura of hunger and agelessness -- [i]Leviathan[/i]. What were they doing at a Taco Bell? Paimon had no idea, but he wasn’t about to stick around to find out. Part of him entertained the choice of getting the hell out of dodge before things inevitably went south, since you know, all-devouring monster from the beginning of time? Even if you [i]were[/i] the commander of two-hundred legions of demons, cavorting with one of... [i]their[/i] kind, was flirting with disaster.

Unfortunately, Paimon had never been the most cautious of demons, and a sick sort of glee welled up in him at the chance of being able to see one of these beasts up close. Of course, it probably wasn’t worth the risk it would pose to his life, but the words ‘sound judgement’ just didn’t exist in Paimon’s dictionary.

Sticking his hands in his pockets, he made his way round to the front of the building. The glowing sign was caked in a thick layer of powder snow, but it was a Taco Bell, alright. The purple and pink peeking through from under the frost was evidence enough, though the [i]‘50’s diner’[/i] vibe it was giving off was a little weird. Quietly, he pushed opened the front door, stepping through the threshold. Paimon scanned the establishment for Dominique, and moved to join the younger demon at his booth as soon as he laid eyes on him.

“Did you see him?” Paimon questioned, not-so-subtly craning his head to look over his shoulder. He was almost bouncing with excitement. “[i]The Leviathan[/i]?”