Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
"I'm fine." The demon replied from the other side of the door, his voice a little strained as he had just pulled a piece of glass our from his thumb. Internally he was berating himself over having let the anger get to him like that, but at the same time, he could still feel it, lingering just under his forced happy facade, "Just a flesh wound." He joked, thrusting his hand under the faucet, turning it on.