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Minutes later, Jason Blood was downstairs and back around to the outdoor kitchen. He had followed Supergirl's directions and now was taking stock of this new environment. He made his way to the island in the middle of the kitchen and felt the marble counter-top. It was warm to the touch from the sunlight. Jason liked being in the kitchen. When he was growing up, he spent some of his time there with his housekeeper, a gentle older woman who taught him the basics of cooking and food preparation. It enabled him to make his own meals since he was a boy. His parents went through a lot of housekeepers. 

Beneath one of the counters here in the outside Kitchen was his prize. An assortment of bottles of various alcoholic beverages. Unfortunately, none of it was particularly to his tastes. He was a red wine man, like his parents. One of the many traits he'd picked up from being a Blood. Still, he grabbed a six pack of what looked like some sort of summer beer, and a handful of limes. Stopping back at the island, he pulled a small knife from inside one of the drawers. He'd be able to slice the small green fruits with ease.

Before heading back up to the rest of his new housemates, Jason approached the heavy glass railing of the outdoor patio kitchen. He was a few stories up, and below he could hear the blaring horns of California traffic. Jason was from the East Coast, he didn't know how he would fit into this new environment. It was already far too bright. The DEMON however didn't seem to mind either way. He was used to the heat. Undoubtedly the hellfire of the dimension Etrigan had come from made the California heat seem like a cool breeze. How would Jason be accepted among his new peers? He was sharing living space with a Kryptonian. And undoubtedly other heroes who were trained into this type of work. But what training did Jason Blood have? None.

He was merely a vessel for Etrigan. A super powered demon who dedicates himself to justice, but can turn on a whim. An unpredictable wild-card. Dr. Fate had taught Jason more about the Demon's history, and it was his influence that enabled Jason to gain a home here at Titan Tower. But he wasn't a hero. He was a monster. 

Looking out at the sea of traffic below him and the other sky-scrapers that surrounded him, Jason Blood took out a cigarette and lit it with a small book of matches. He hated smoking. But THE DEMON enjoyed the smell and taste. As the bottles of beer began to sweat on the counter-top, Jason Blood reached out over the railing, and wondered if this new version of himself really belonged anywhere...