In Mephistos' eyes, the werewolves were always the most annoying. Vampires were annoying in their own right, uncontrollable addicts, but at least they had the dignity to know the kind of monsters that they7 were, and lacking in the so-called virtues that the lycans claimed to have. Lycans thought that, for some reason they were better than the monsters that they were due to their loyalty to one another, and their so-called honor. Rabid beasts the lot of them, Mephistos thought, scowling at the one they called Fenris. So much... ignorance in their race, and so arrogant. He wondered why their kind hadn't been neutered and slaughtered for psychological examination as to what went wrong.

"Felix? Funny," He stood, smiling," You don't sound like Felix. I am Mephistos, oldest of my kind, and representative of them in this council. Now, Felix, I would kindly ask you to tell your dog," He looked pointedly at Fenris," To keep his jaw from yapping when it offends his betters ears, or we will have to put him down, like all rabid dogs, but..." He shook his head, licking his lips," That would be generalizing your kind, now wouldn't it? So, I will instead warn you that the next time one of your kind says something so ignorant as to cause me a headache, I will, I promise you, flay them alive and leave them alive long enough to taste the chewy center of their intestines. And no, I am not bluffing," He scowled, shaking his head. Demons attack werewolves and it was an affront. Werewolves attacked demons and surely the demon was to blame. He never understood why his master wanted him to affiliate with these vile creatures when just feeling their scent of wet dog had his blood boiling. Even Dagon was an epitome of civilization when compared to them. Dagon, whose idea of subtlety was...

Not just now, he thought, rubbing his temples," Unlike you... things," He finished," My kind do not fear the church. In fact, the Church only knows about us because of our affiliation to you lot. Also unlike you, we tend not to breed like fucking rabbits in the spring, and so we have been keeping to our assigned borders and it has been your mangy bunch of mutts that had been trying to stretch the limits of our understanding as well as our mercy. You would do well to remember that, canine," He spat the last word out like an undercooked scallop.