[center][b]Styx and Ramsey[/b][/center]
The moment Ramsey closed his bedroom door Styx seized the opportunity to eat all the food, forever. Noticing the kitchen as the only room in this small apartment with a large amount of cabinets, she went about the business of raiding for nourishment. Upon propping open the fridge with her tail, she began stacking as much of the food and condiments on the counter as possible. Reading through the labels, the "sauce" and "ketchup" sounded about as far from food as possible. Struggling and eventually managing to open the sauce lid, she drank it in the same way that a college freshman drinks their first six shots of vodka. It didn't take long for her face to flush and her mouth, throat, and stomach burned in the worst way possible. In a panic, she reached for the milk, and drank a quarter of the gallon of the stuff before gagging and spitting onto the tile floor.

Frustrated, she pried open the window and threw the bottle outside, throwing fire not long after. Unfortunately, she missed and the resulting impact dug a small hole in some building across the street. Slamming the window closed, she went back to the kitchen and looked for anything, just, just anything resembling meat. She settled on the frozen steak, which she bit into with something of a excited fervor and found she couldn't bite through at all. Creating a small furnace of heat in her hands, she spent an agonizing hour heating the steak to something palpable. Tearing into the flesh with fervor, Styx found the meat acceptable but oddly less bloody than she was used to. Bovines must be raised differently Earthwise.

After taking a few chomps out of the steak, she decided to eat through his strawberries. She was mostly attracted to the color red and assumed it had something of a blood like taste. Popping one, then two, then seven into her mouth, she found the sweetness pleasant but wasn't entirely sure if she could sustain herself off this alone. Most demons were carnivorous if they didn't sustain themselves off the actual concept of suffering. 

Setting the strawberries aside, she decided to root around for alcohol. Styx was well aware that many trapped in the third circle, Sloths, were fans of alcohol in life and even those humans who were charitable in life were well known to drink. Ramseys' fridge did not disappoint, a few bottles of various hard liquors, mixed drinks, and vodka. She took a bottle of vodka on the sneaking suspicion that the clear liquid couldn't possibly be alcoholic, it looked exactly like water.

Styx left the food on the counter and brought the drink over to the couch. Taking a swig, she nearly spit it out. It certainly tasted like alcohol and absolutely nothing else. This wasn't her first time around the block, usually she drank wine. This was in a whole other ballpark. Setting the bottle on the floor, she inspected the device across from her. It was a tv and she recognized the word "power". Pressing the button, the tv sprung to life and slowly lit up. Images and audio moved along in sync. She moved away from the screen in surprise. Usually only very old, decrepit books made of the skin of a newborn babe had moving images. While it was very possible this was some sort of witchcraft, she sincerely doubted it. 

The screen went on about the hell portals being held back by brave metahumans. Metahumans? Is that what Ramsey was? Eventually in between raising the volume and accidentally going through menu's she managed to change the channel to some childrens cartoon. After a few more swigs from the bottle, the cartoon animals began to annoy her. Slowly but surely, the tv flickered and hissed, the lights in the apartment faded in and out, before in a flash of static Styx had managed to short out the television. 
Waking up hours later with a pounding headache, Styx rolled off the couch and onto the floor.

The night was long for Ramsey, with sirens and whatnot blaring through the late hours. But he managed to get a decent nights sleep. The late morning sun arose as he got up, wearing just a simple pair of shorts, forgetting a Demon was living there as well. As he casually walked to the kitchen, only to see thawed food and condiments strewn about. Following the trail of destruction. He found Styx sleeping on the floor her back against the carpet.

He walked to the side of her, noting the seemingly broken television, and bottles of Vodka. As he stepped on her stomach."GET UP! GeT Up!" He yelled, pushing her with his foot.

The horned girl groaned and partially opened her eyes. She rolled over towards the couch, throwing an arm onto the cushions. Using her knees and that arm, she pushed herself up despite the throbbing torment of a hangover she was currently suffering. "What do you waaaaaaant" she moaned.

Ramsey walked over to a lamp, and looed back at Styx who was trying to get up. He moved it closer as she leaned on the couch and turned it on right in front of her eyes."You ate all my food, then you trashed the place, well got something to say before I strangle you?"

To Styx, the light was a piercing blaze of light that bore through her eyes. Scrunching her eyes shut, she hissed, "I'd do it again!" Sluggishly she rose to her feet, then fell back onto the couch which was far more comfortable than the floor she decided.

"Do it again eh? I could always rip your jaw off, let's see you eat like that? And the T.V. is broke. What raiding my fridge wasn't enough!? Damn." Ramsey moved over to Styx, and lifted her with his only arm by her neck. Not tight enough to strangle her just yet."Look we got names for girls like you, it's called being a bitch! Now if you plan on staying here There's going to be some ground rules!"

"First off, you see this stub of an arm? Well it's regenerating! And for that I need a shit ton of food. Now raid my fridge again and I'll rip your pretty little head off! Second don't go breaking the T.V. Now I'll have to steal another one. For that matter don't break anything! Third, you need to learn a bit more about this world, I mean really it looks like hot sauce is spilled all over the floor! What'd you do DRINK it? Who the hell drinks hot sauce? Look there's a computer in the other room, it's old and cheap but it has internet. Use it to search for your, Tomes to pass the time."

Styx struggled and kicked. After a moment of short breathed thought, she jabbed towards Ramseys crotch with the pointed end her tail. She gasped, "Let go!"
Styx jabbed Ramsey's crotch with her tail, not that it bothered him much. From his view point she was just prodding him. As he dropped her to the ground."For a Demon you ain't that tough, surprising I thought you all were the shit when I was younger."

Rubbing her neck, Styx replied, "Don't worry, when the aeons pass and you're nothing but the soil, I'll be more terrible than you can possibly imagine." She turned around and muttered, "I'm sure the others brought far more trouble. From my view, your city looked like a fresh Hell." 
"Yeah, well until the aeons pass you're still weaker than me! Besides Hoboken is worse on a day like this. Or New Jersey, always got someone wrecking the city. So wanna find your Tomes, or want some more Vodka to kick your ass?"

"Fine." Styx said, walking around towards the other room she'd seen earlier but hadn't bothered with. Upon opening the door, she saw what looked like a smaller tv and resisted the natural urge to just explode it right here and now.

"I take it you've never seen a computer before? Right. Well press this button to turn it on." Ramsey said as the Computer booted up, and as soon as the home screen appeared he opened the web browser, and typed in YouTube, searching for videos on the subject of using a PC.

"Don't break it! A computer holds infinite knowledge, and idiots, too stupid to use it. Just watch the screen while I salvage what food we have left, moron. Destroying all the food.." He said as he walked off.