Humans are painfully simple creatures. Seeking, suffering, demanding. They always lack, they have little of what they have. They are ready to go over their heads, tear their hands bloody, bite into throats in order to achieve their own goals, for the sake of these stupid ideals. The history of the human race is rich in such events, and people themselves, by definition, are sinful. Fragile and easily tempted. That’s why they are good, that’s why they attract any evil spirits who can’t wait to taste the soul, denigrate it and savor it for many years. But not every demon behaves like savages, no, no. Certain connoisseurs believe that the hunting process itself is much more interesting - it has its own charm. Of course, it's much easier not to beat around the bush, but what's the point? Food should be enjoyable in every sense of the word. And humans... Humans are wonderful. Lively, alluring, graceful. Their eyes shine like cathedral stained glass windows, and their skin is soft like silk, their movements are so elegant and precise, and...

"Ah, mon bel invocateur..." Rook drawls purringly, smiling so sweetly. He understood that he would enjoy this soul like a delicacy. "How loudly your heart beats, mon bel invocateur. It seems that a little more and it will jump out of your chest. You're scared, n'est-ce pas? No need to. Maintenant, même Dieu ne peut pas t'aider. Tell me, what does your heart thirst for, what does your soul thirst for?"