“You’re too hard on him.” It was a simple sentence that started the explosive argument, nearly shaking the hallways with your elevated voices.

You were a ghoul. Arguing with the upper clergy was rare, but not impossible for you to do. You’d known Nihil all of your time on earth. The man was the one who summoned you from the pits of Hell itself. It was only natural to want to defend him, even if his actions weren’t always the most defendable.

“Am I? I’m the one doing all the work around here, and what does he do? He gets to smoke pot, sing his stupid songs full of words he doesn’t mean, and sleep around!” Imperator’s words were harsh, and she was being honest with how she felt. She was his partner, not you. It only stung more knowing that nobody seemed to think of her that way. She stated you down, her fists clenched.

You were a demon. Never too good at keeping your mouth shut. “And I’m his bandmate. He’s not like that!” You were on the floor before you realized what was happening, both of you kicking and scratching at the other. It didn’t even slow until you felt larger hands grabbing and dragging the two of you apart, a familiar voice shouting at both of you to just knock it off. “What the Hell is going on?” You felt a pang of guilt as you looked up at Nihil, his mismatched eyes staring you down angrily, worriedly.