All of the generation two demons were being bundled up in groups of three to learn how to be ‘real demons’. Each group was given an ouija board to travel into the human world.

Your partners don’t seem to be all that pleasant.

The first one, a gruff, burly boy, had a gaping hole in his chest with deadly canines spiking out. His dark green eyes seethed with annoyance and boredom. A demon of greed and sloth, you assumed. George: “I’m George.”

Your other partner wasn’t much better at first sight. She was tall and slim, assumably a human at first sight, yet he mannerisms screamed a type of manipulation only a demon of lust and envy. Vannie: “And I’m Vannie! You are..?”