Cuspin Durril
Cupin wasn't much for waiting, he liked to have what he wanted when he wanted it, but this was worth it. It would provide hours, no, days of entertainment. These cute little humans. And they'd bring him food, which would make the entire thing worth it. And of course, convincing them to do what he wanted would be an easy task. If they refused, well, then he could just eat on of them and the other two would most likely be more willing to compromise. The white-blonde daemon hummed to himself as he poured himself another glass of crimson. That's when he first sensed a presence. No, two. Wait, actually three presences. Right on time. His three little friends had found his home. A hesitant knock on the door made Cuspin rise, leaving his glass on the table. Ah, so they were shy?
He glided to the door, wrapping his fingers around the door frame and looking out into the hall. At the far end was the door where the humans were standing. A knock sounded out again, and Cuspin sighed. Did he really have to do all this himself? As he started out into the hall, the door handle turned. He smiled pleasantly. That was the ticket! As the door swung open he came to a halt in the middle of the hall. Ah, Aubree was taking the lead.
"Good morning." He said, his voice a warm hum. He studied the girl's face for a second before coming nearer, a lazy smile on his face. "I don't believe I've met you before." He continued, his eyes drifting over her shoulder to the girl standing just a bit behind her. Harmony. The girl with the lovely little scar. "You two can come in, I don't mind a bit of company." Whether they wanted to or not, he managed to usher them into the small manor. Ah, and there was the third one. He made a small gesture to that one as well. And then he had them all.
He strode past them again, back to the small parlour. The sun still streamed in, though in actuality the orb was nearer to it's zenith. He squandered a bit of his power to displace a tea set from the cabinet int he kitchen. It materialized spottily on the low table next to his half full glass and the decanter. After a few seconds of glimmering indecision it decided to fully solidify, tea and all, the blue and white china glossy under the sun. He settled back down in his chair expectantly, waiting for them to enter and sit down as well. There was a loveseat and a small, armless chair around the little table for them to sit. Then they would talk. And ultimately, he would win. And things would be good.
"My name is Cuspin. It's a pleasure to meet you three." He said easily, as if random strangers on his doorstep were a common occurrence. He directed the teapot with a calm hand, and it poured tea into the small cups. He was nonchalant about the gesture, but it was deliberate. He needed to let them get their minds around what he could offer before he popped the proposition. Baby steps, of course. Maybe some of the could put two and two together before he could. That would be charming. He'd have to be patient with the humans though, or things might go wrong. Humans were generally skittish creatures, from his experience. They weren't accustomed to his kind. They hadn't been for a number of centuries. Perhaps he'd withhold that information until he really needed to divulge his nature. Use it to his advantage.