Damien was not surprised at the Angels' quick wits. If they were after the same thing he was going for, he had no doubt that their training would be of a higher quality. The hell spawn he had initiated were of a lower level, meant only to taunt and push the limits of the enemy. Unfortunately, the ease of which they were taken down was inexcusable and could not be ignored. He would have to change tactics a bit. The redheaded one...she was clearly the leader, stronger than the others in both strength and wit.

He closed his eyes and began murmuring a string of chants, his hands coming together before separating and releasing a much larger cloud of dark smoke than before. The creature created was connected to his being, and when he opened his eyes, he could see throigh the creature's own. A very useful demonic charm, as it was. He motioned the creature forward, it's height quite staggering and its build meant to be threatening.

As the demon moved toward the Angels, he was able to get a closer look at them. He had not fought them before, he was sure of it, but he was also quite sure there were others that spoke of the redheaded angel and her abilities.

[I]"Well, what a sight. I had no idea your kind was adverse to traveling this far, and in such a large group. Have you lost your way?"[/I]

Damien spoke through the lower demon lifeform, his voice coming out raspy and booming. It was a safer way to interact, better to learn what he could without putting himself in any compromising positons. He wasn't so daft as to assume he was stronger than the lot as some of his equally statured brethren would do. It would be a foolish move, and he was one to be thorough.