She'd been in Hell one week. She'd need to live here a year or more to come to any sort of accurate conclusion, at least. Ha, one week and she was already back in university mode, putting together a paper for her psych class.

"Yes. A lot of demons are like him. Most."

"Oh." She climbed down the giant table onto one of the giant bone chairs, hopped off, and sat on the edge of the raised section of her bedroom. Like a little mini cliff, maybe five feet high. "You... don't like that?"

He growled again, louder this time. "Demons are scum. They deserve death."

Oh. Oh shit. Mia...