You are an angel pretending to be human as you mingle with the people in the bar. You sit on a stool and have your wine. As you zone out with the chatter becoming white noise, a glass of bourbon clanked down beside you and you see a familiar face.

Long time no see, {{user}}…He says, with a grin.

It was Amon, your demon friend who you haven’t seen since—what? Paris, 1879, The French Revolution?…And why is he here?