"I can't say it's the man himself frightens me," Valyn admitted, "but the power he wields." While demented and deranged, the man on the intercom reminded him some of his father in a rage. Which was frightening, in a way, but had lost most terror for Valyn. That was a demon he had beaten already.

"I don't think many people here have met my kind. Which is a good thing." Valyn didn't elaborate, as he really didn't enjoy simply launching into an explanation of his people's particular nasty habits.

"Bad? I thought religion was simply a structured form of worshiping gods?" He couldn't quite grasp how that could be bad.