"Well, you're actually on the money," the young man said. "She is a demon, a Lesser Demon of Lust. Out of character to attack a young woman on her own. But then again, you're obeying your master, just as you've said."
The demon snarled in anger. "I smell what you are, [i]boy[/i]! The bastard son of the Destroying Angel and a human whore." The young man's body tensed in anger.
"Keep your forked tongue behind your pointed teeth!" he ordered. He waved a hand and the unmistakable form of a scythe appeared in his hands from nothing.