The previously panicked mind of Grimoire discovered the pot of Moladion had become bland - only the liquids of a soup compared the ensemble of different flavors and textures. Grimoire meant to stir the cauldron and disturb the resting ingredients at the bottom of the stew to mix them in. After all, broth was boring, but a soup delicious. She wanted to eat a satisfying dish, not settle for the mediocre leftovers she took from the refrigerator. A dish like that, she began understanding, took some preparation and a bit of cooking time.

Preparation began immediately; it was why she would give knowledge freely to Eden in hopes he would maul it over. She would be eager to see if he could still manage cordial relations with her when exposed to the faith she held dear. His comment did not insult her; it was a gruesome risk of walking a villainous path, especially one of a Demon member. With enemies around ever corner, resistance to their being in every mind, and on top that, the duty of murdering their own species they’re lives were a tightly wound ball of disaster, ready to engulf them. A Demon Leader often succumbed to the desire to hold their powerful position and protect their pack. It was a futile battle. One could not protect their fellows and follow the demanding path of crime. To instigate danger was to endanger the pack and ones high standing. Hence, the lost bite.

Grimoire was untested in that regard; she had not lead anyone. Her natural roll - and the roll her mother also had - was a cheerleader. If she could wave pom-poms in the celebration of an evil plot coming to cultivation, she’d be most content. However, it was also that nature which Nakki carefully tempered and remolded and Grimoire inevitably changed. Instead of cheers for those that mastered crime, the Demon female sought to push others mercilessly in the direction of their destinies. For the special few, she offered to guide them. At the time of this meeting, Grimoire had yet to meet any willing enough to take down the path of Demon Faith, but in the future she would meet Zharko - a boy of clever mind and dangerous disposition.

So, her ears tilt forward with undeniable interest. Lamia was the only demon she’d met in Moladion. Now, there was another! Her heart pattered, and her mind wrestled with the information. It seemed, true to its constitution, that evil attracted evil. Eden was fiendish for keeping her close; perhaps he had meant to learn about Demon Faith from observing her. Grimoire did not begrudge the idea - she enjoyed a good study of psychology as well.

The pet name, Anguis, caused a sheepish grin creep onto her lips. Aw… she hadn’t had one of those since Nakki died. Her eyes blinked in adoring approval. For his question, Grimoire took a moment to consider how to present the information to him. She supposed she should start with the one most misunderstood,

"There are three primary goals of Demons. The first, and most famed, is to rid the world of weakness. This one is also the most misunderstood and perverted even among those of the faith. A better way for this goal to be said is that we ensure generational integrity. The second is practice villainy and perpetuate it. The third was to find enemies. But, I believe I shall edit it to: create enemies."

She paused here, to see if he would question her further. After all, she gave the goals of Demons, like he’d asked without delving into the faithful system driving them. If he was content with her answer, then she would like to inquire of his goals. They had danced around each other for a while, so Grimoire thought it might be… pleasant to understand each other better.