It was impossible for Valken to ignore the commotions going on a few miles away Hell, if he were across the country he'd still hear the sounds of terrible voices and the battle. But as he flew with the jet stream of circulating air with in the atmosphere he was strangely indifferent about all of this. To put it simply, he hardly cared. He had nothing much to loose as his family was guaranteed safety in the scuffles of powers between the masses of demons or humans. His surrogate father, Saint Micheal was an' angel himself and he had been called upstairs to over see the power struggles and his Mother is on clean up duty, recirculating souls into the world to be born anew. He imagined they were both working around the clock now. Other than them, Valken had no children, no women to speak of, no house, or hardly any possessions except for the clothes on his body. 
Perhaps the only thing he could have that was worth anything if not by much, was a couple of friends and acquaintances who managed to look passed his horns and his awkwardness. If he were to find them dead, he would bury them and possibly curse their fragility. Valken didn't have much of a need for money either as he ate off of the walking, shrieking , crying, talking, long pigs that scattered like cock roaches or puffed out their chests like roosters at the sight of danger. Humans. 
And as long as there were humans, there was food for him to eat but don't get your knickers in a knot just yet. There is a general rule for the demonic human eating culture not to eat human children or minors as they would need to be given a chance to reproduce more humans and grow richer and fatter. Like throwing a fish that was too small back into the pond, that sort of thing. But of course that doesn't speak for all Demons.

Up again Valken was beginning to feel the full effects of the battle raging on up ahead and even if he was 50 miles away, it was getting too loud. So he dove towards the ground into a tree, promptly climbing down to the earth's surface. As he stood, he stopped. And he heard talking sounds coming as echoes from some place. They seemed familiar, so he tucked his wings beside himself and ran for the source that ultimately lead him into a sewer line. 
It was most intoxicating with the pungent smell of human and animal fecal matter or rotting trash. It was wet, some areas slippery and eye watering. Valken could feel his nose hairs burning as he took breaths through his nose and if he breathed through his mouth, he could taste whatever foul concoctions this soup of glorious shit was brewing for probably hundreds of years. Now this was a true situation of the lesser of two evils, both instances Valken was inhaling this junk. 
Like a cat with wet paws he awkwardly tiptoed through the sewer, occasionally flailing his foot to fling off some poop or gunk he stepped in as he had no shoes (or couldn't wear shoes). Eventually he happened on the troop. A LARGE troop at that and Valken simply emerged from the shadows ahead of them, disgusted and uncomfortable. 
Using some echolocation he found familiar images, but many UNfamiliar images as well and he opened his mouth agape to show all his teeth inside threateningly. 
"Who in christ are YOU people?" He said gutturally, with what light that shined in the sewer it bounced off of Valken's eyes.