''Damon?'' He called in his weak voice as his brother once again sacrificed his meal of the day for him. His small, frail hands received the jar of freshly collected soul of an impure human. ''Are you sure you've eaten something before you arrived?''
His little brother was so adorable. He settled beside him under the tenth they were able to set up in one of the poorest streets in Hell they could afford to stay in. Rayven stared at the fine shoes on his feet and looked over to his brother's bruised and shoeless feet.
''It doesn't matter whether I've eaten or not. What matters is that you are properly fed and will grow up to be a healthy demon like the fallen angels around us.''
