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
Donna grinned turning him around so his back to to her as they relaxed into the water. Her hands resting over his shoulders before massaging her thumbs along them. "No, I think I have you booked solid for the next...hmm..I dunno 100 years at least." She grinned kissing softly between his shoulder blades. "Well then let's hope it doesn't get too hot this summer or you'll be booted from the bed." Donna laughed brushing the bubbles over his shoulders now.
She smirked seeing his jaw drop and him at a loss for words. It was a rare moment for her, so she was going to enjoy it. Her blue eyes trailing up his legs to finally meet his eyes. "Oh tomorrow? Well I don't know if that day will work either.." She said with ease. Stepping into the tub she held out her hand as his clothes were folded on the counter. "I thought it was a good idea myself. Now get over here before the water freezes." She laughed now slipping into the bubble filled tub.