Another day, another donut.

A large grey hand reached out to grasp two chocolate dipped sprinkled donuts as he sipped his coffee. Clocking in at 7 o’clock on the dime, a large demonic man walked through the quiet office halls to his cubicle. For a man of his size and appearance it was almost comical how small his office space looked. But it was cozy. It had both his work and personal computer, as well as a little dancing robot. It’s moves changed depending on what sort of music it hears. There was another box of donuts here, these filled with custard, and a small coffee machine. There was an animesque calendar posted on the wall with various dates about things the demon had planned, such as summoning rituals, planar binding, occult blood rights that needed addressing, new anime episodes, and various moon phases for his profane ceremonies.

Just another day in the business for Darc. He sat down at his desk, booted up his computers, and saw that he had a good fifty odd new emails. Pretty low all things considered; he usually had a hundred or two, and some of them might not just be the hourly reports. Putting on his work glasses (redundant considering he doesn’t have eyes) he began to sort out his email. Hourly reports were reviewed for any abnormalities, spam were erased, and any personal messages were given careful scrutiny. Most was just the Underhaven network, with various users making requests and needing advice. Business as usual. Darc snapped his fingers and a large amount of imps swarmed his cubicle. Officially they’re interns, but in truth they’re just a few of his many familiars. He began to dole out orders and delegating tasks he’ll need them to do for today. Requests to answers, questions to solve, general contract jobs.

After commanding his imps to do their jobs Darc did his usual desk jockey job. Wandering emails, filling out paperwork, updating files. Lot of busy work. Working with OIA wasn’t all car chases and shootouts after all. At the end of the day it was just another government job with lots of pencil pushing and red tape. At least work was steady. At around noonish Darc clocked out for lunch, choosing to eat at a nice little Italian cafe. As he was in the middle of his four cheese and spices ravioli he got an emergency email. Turns out there was a bloody massacre at the Monolith. That was barely two miles away from where he was eating. Already Darc was intercepting some information via texts and blogs about the massacre, with people speculating, throwing around accusations, and generally spreading word about the incident. Darc would have to look through them later. It was time to work. Paying for his meal to go Darc headed over to the scene of the crime.

Using his human guise Darc arrives to the crime scene, flashing his badge to the officers as he approached the first body. There was already someone here though: Detective Isaac Hood, a new transfer. Bit of a mystery as Darc couldn’t find much info about him beyond his accomplishments. Still, the new guy was on his side, so Darc wasn’t going to press the issue. Handing a junior officer his take out he knelt beside the body as Isaac was doing his thing. A cursory glance gave Darc some information, though nothing Isaac didn’t already find out. [color=silver]”What a shallow cut. Either an amateur or a sadist. Don’t know which one is worse.”[/color] Standing up Darc looked over to Isaac with a smirk. Practically the demon’s most defining creature regardless of what form he takes. Always had that huge shit eating grin. [color=silver]”Detective Hood. I got five dollars saying that the blood bath inside isn’t just going to be a scene of general carnage, but yet another blood ritual. Betting another five it’s demons.”[/color] Darc took a deep, long whiff. [color=silver]”Smells like demons.”[/color]