Maya was a little more comfortable now that the anger and fighting dwindled down. Nightmares had relinquished control in order to sulk in the corners of her mind after being insulted. It didn't matter that the demon was many millennia old, she could still be reduced to a pouting child under the right circumstances. And then, the talk of angels happened. For some reason, in Maya's own little screwed up world, it was easier to believe in demons and hell than angels and the heavens. She laughed aloud at the mention of it "Angels? Seriously, like the chubby, winged, naked babies that my Abuela decorates her house with are [i]after[/i] us? You have to be kidding. Aren't they suppose to protect and look out for humans, or some shit?"