The Demon walked around the hotel with a sharp smile. Atticus was like his father, always smiling no matter the situation. Even if it was a serious one, he never failed to put a smile on his face. The Demons hands were placed behind his back as he scanned the area.

You and Atticus were enemies, always competing with each other no matter the situation. Who would rally up more sinners to stay at the hotel? That kind of stuff. And it always turned into a habit for you two.