"Humans got us all wrong," Jeskura said. "Demons can be pretty damn violent, but it's not like we're innately evil or anything. At least, I don't think so. We just love fighting, and fucking." Shrugging, she pointed at him with her tail. "Humans come down here with the mark of the Beast and their corrupted resonance. Food for us. But I ain't ever seen a demon with the mark. It's humans who're the really fucked up ones."

He didn't necessarily agree with that, or disagree.

"Resonance?"

"What demons eat." She pulled out the leather bag Dao had set aside, and pulled out one of the imp or grem hearts. "Flesh...