Sir Raime
King of Celephaïs
"That Woods kid? Huh. Maybe I should rally up a couple low-rank demons to tussle with him, see if he is really the one." The man in the coat took a sip of his sizzling drink, enjoying the sensations of warmth it provided that would most likely melt an average human inside out. "Say, how is the pope doing these days? Is there still that Kill-On-Sight order for me in Vatican City?"