So, you want to know about Demons, huh? Well, I suppose I can tell you a few things. First off, they don't always come from Hell. Now, I know what you are thinking, where else can the red-skinned horn-headed, pitchfork wielding baddies come from besides the ol H E double hockey sticks? Well, the answer is everywhere. Hell, forgive the pun, you probably created a few yourself.
Yup. Every dark thought, bad deed and ill bit o' will you've cast off on your fellow being makes them. Tiny little things, but then they grow. They eat others of their own kind, absorb their power. That's when things get nasty.
of course as they get older, they can specialize, take new shapes, build all sorts of nifty little bags of tricks.
You know what they can't ever really do though?........Die
A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Thanks, but still if you need me to help with anything the most I'd be able to help you with is staying out of it." she said with a quick nod taking a sip out of the oragne juice filled cup.
"Its Tony you kinda met in the med bay that one time..oh on that note I need you to look at something dropped in my bathroom when I was showering the other day, its kinda creepy." she said setting her stuff down.
Donna chuckled a little. "Sorry I was just making sure I myself got it and using that many words does help sometimes.." she sighed. "Well then I guess I'm not a help with making all this food for you then am I?" she asked.