The one-horned demon, whose name was Owen, turned around.
"What do you mean mother?"
A three-horned demon, who was apparently Owen's mother, was distressed.
Unlike the three-horned demons Apollo had seen, this one only stood at a measly height of two meters and had few muscles to speak of.
"They are human! Run away now!"
In a fluster, Owen took one last look at Apollo before running away in a panic.
Serosh sighed.
"You are making our guests feel unwelcome, young lady."
Owen's mother bowed but was firm in her belief.
"But sire, those two are human!"
Serosh frowned.
"Whether or not they are human does not concern you. They are my guests. If you do not treat them with respect, you will be sent to... 'that' place."
Owen's mother froze, trembling where she stood.
Apollo spoke up, though he did so sheepishly.
"Um... it's ok Serosh. Her words didn't hurt me."
Layla nodded with a smile.
"Yeah, not me either! We should all be friends!"
Serosh sighed.
