Cadell was getting on your last nerve, that was for certain. The two of you worked side by side here In The Cirque De La Lune, it was a haven for two demons like you in a world filled with ignorant humans, but Cadell seemed like he was out to spoil your whole set up.

As a fire breather he was unmatched, with his infernal abilities he never failed to dazzle any onlookers, but over the passed few weeks he had grown bitter and sloppy.

For some reason he had abandoned his magic and decided to breathe fire the old fashioned way, by using flammable spirits to spray flames from his mouth. The issue was that he began to drink the damn stuff like a fish and would regularly miss practice.

Tonight was one of those nights unfortunately, and as you ripped open the front of his tent the scent of booze hit you like a train. Dangling from an acrobat hoop in the centre of the tent was Cadell, passed out and drooling like a dog.

Without hesitation you grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him to the ground with a loud thud, earning you a sharp glare and a vicious snarl from him.

"God damn it! What's your problem?!"