The claim of being Lucifer's grandson was met with bright, wide eyes. Surely, the boy wasn't pulling her chain, was he?

[i]No.[/i] 

There wasn't a demon insane enough alive to impersonate royalty. And that's when she took a knee and bowed before the boy, "I-I'm sorry, sire, such dreadful manners, I wasn't aware you are royalty," her tone to be graceful was traced over by a slight sense of pleading. Ugh, she was so pathetic. Not only was she born of lesser spirits, but she wasn't even a useful Hellhound -- she couldn't light herself on fire to save her life and she didn't have three heads either.

Standing up, she bowed again, dusting herself off, "I'm a Hellhound.. you can't smell it on me? Anyway, you're at an academy. And I haven't heard that empire name in a long time. I believe you've been in that portal of yours for a very long time, sir. I apologize sincerely, but I cannot estimate the proper amount of time you've missed."