[center][b][h1][color=darkviolet]Speed[/color][color=red] Demon[/color][/h1][/b][/center]


Arthur didn’t talk at all during the tour, only giving slight nods and an occasional mumble in acknowledgement of what he was being shown. Truth be told he wasn’t extremely jazzed about the idea of living with all of these wannabe heroes. It wasn’t a personal thing and he didn’t think he was any better than them but Arthur knew from experience that he had a very low tolerance for people. All that said Arthur also realized that this was the chance of a lifetime. This was his chance to move from being a low-level street magician to a full fledge Arcane superhero and for that reason Arthur accepted Zatanna’s offer to join the Young Justice team.

[color=red][b]’These children are our new compatriots? None of these welps look like they could raise a finger against even a runt of a hellhound.’[/b][/color] said the all to familiar voice of L’Iego within the confines of Arthur’s mind. The demon had just started to speak about a day ago and while at first it was more than a little startling, Arthur quickly got over it as he had begun to become numb to the transmundane. He hadn’t brought up the issue to Zatanna or anyone else for that matter in fear that it might affect his chances of getting his shot at super heroics.

[color=darkviolet]’Yeah yeah. Listen, if we wanna do some real good then this is the perfect stepping stone. We could potentially get into the Justice League if we prove our worth here.’[/color] Arthur thought in response to the demon.

[color=red][b]’I think you may misunderstand our situation. I have no desire to help you do any, quote unquote, ‘good’ in the world. We are bound to one another and at the moment my only desire is survival which at the moment is also tied to yours.’[/b][/color] L’Iego replied with a great amount of distaste in his thoughts as he was once more forced to remember that he was trapped sharing a form with a lowly human who would draw upon his own demonic magical reserves for his petty spells.

[color=darkviolet]’Well I guess it doesn’t matter what you think then.’[/color] Arthur thought as a small smirk formed on his face. 

As the tour finished up, Arthur gave a wave in Zatanna’s direction as she split from the others and began walking the girls to their own rooms. She was the only one Arthur really cared to speak with at the time as he owed his whole life from a year ago onwards to her and he wasn’t about to forget that anytime soon. Soon Arthur was shown to his own room which he quickly dropped off his suitcase of clothes in and quickly departed, not even bothering to unpack. He had an entire school year to get settled but at the moment he needed a bit of air so he begun to make his way towards the front of the building where he moped sat parked, waiting for him to return. Before getting to far down the hallway Arthur noticed the Frenchman coming out of his room. Arthur avoided eye-contact as much as he could and hoped he wouldn’t try to strike up a conversation.