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First the human threw dark fire in his face. That didn't hurt at all. However it did leave a bothersome tinge to his aura. He would appear slightly out of focus for some time. That was the least of his problems however. The human's weapon seemed to be damaged, and Duncan didn't like to be in debt to someone, so he materialized a gun in the exact same make and model and place it on the table in front of him. "What is there to talk about mortal? You know what a demon is, warriors to Satin. Do you want to join us and be gifted great power?" He then turned to the girl when she mentioned "L" "Who is L? Would that be the woman that left?" He asked with mild interest. There had been rumors going around of a fallen angel, which hadn't been seen for millennia at least, named Lucrezia. That would explain the angel aura he had sensed. He kept this stored for later use. Right now he had bigger problems. When the girl he now knew as Lucrezia came back she was accompanied by ANOTHER human. Duncan was having terrible luck. "I would love for you to leave, traitorous scum." he said flatly. Most demons revered fallen angels as super humans. This was because they held the power of a angel with rules of a demon. However Duncan viewed them as rats. They went and took the glory of Heaven and acceptance and friendliness, and decided they were going to come down to Hell. To Duncan this was the greatest insult one could give. He had been working his entire life to change sides. However his bonds to Satin were better then most because it had been Satin's sin that had made him. The next thing that came in was a sight for sore eyes. Gian was the first person he had seen that he liked in.... oh about a decade. Duncan walked up to him and thrust his hand out. "How are ya'? Ya old Gracer you!"