"YES!" Depressus cried out in his raspy voice, "This is just what we need." He glanced at the demon beside him, and reached out and touched her hand coyly. His mouth was still stuck in its makeshift, permanent frown, as he was a demon of Depression and Suicide, and could not change his original form. He was a very gloomy immortal being to look at. Yet his eyes were smiling menacingly, the bloodlust apparent in them.
In seconds, with little effort on his part, he shape-shifted, his form quickly morphing into that of a young boy in his teens. Amber-eyes peeked out from a golden hood, a jacket-like, yet elegant garment covering his body. He took his own elegant hands and kissed them, admiring the softness of each finger. He was truly an artist.
"Nezzera," he murmurred softly in his boyish voice. "Are you planning on making an appearance? We've served them long enough... They've opened their third eyes; they'll be able to see you if you give them a good tap on the forehead and take a step back."
He could read the boy's very mind, and see the desperation of his desire for a girlfriend. Ha, ha! To resort to
witchcraft even.
What a fool. Glancing at Nezzera once more, he gave a faint chuckle, glad that he could smile in this form. "You can be the perfect girlfriend...well, for a time." He covered his mouth, relishing the thought of what was to come. As the thought of winning another soul for Satan filled his mind, Depressus, was, well, not so depressed. If this worked out, he would be able to increase his ranks in the demonic world. Glee filled his whole being, and awfully chatty at the moment, he let out another exclamation,
"I can't wait!"