The next day dawned bright and early for the demon household. Though he would of preferred the extra few hours sleep, Zanthvos had promised to walk his sister to school. So out he crawled of the soft warm bed and staggered down the stairwell at the end of the hallway to the ground floor, were a lengthy table was being laden with all sorts of extravagant breakfast foods. He noted with interest the very human servants that were placing the food down.

"Ah, good morning Zanthvos." A deep voice answered from one end. His father sat there in a elegant chair, one leg hoisted up, a newspaper in hand and a steaming mug of coffee on the table. "I trust you slept well?" His visage was a stark contrast to the hooded man he saw before. Dressed in a 5000 silver seed suit he looked every part the wealthy demon, proud arrogance included.

"Very well, thankyou," He sat down on one side of the table, pausing as a servant placed a plate in front of him and went to pour him some coffee. It was a young girl, of course, eyes downcast and focused on her current task of filling his mug. Her hands shook steadily as the mug was filled.

She went to leave, but a clawed hand snaked it's way around her wrist. The girl gasped, obviously frightened by the sudden gesture by the fallen angel. He could feel the FEAR roll off her in waves.

"Why thank you." He gently pulled her wrist closer to his face and placed a light kiss upon her hand, eyes softly glowing and never breaking contact with her own the entire time. The girl remained speechless, but he didn't miss the light blush upon her face as she hurried away once he let go. With a sly smile he leaned back into his chair and sipped the drink that had been poured for him. He still had it.

Another sip of his coffee, then Zanth returned his attention to the older demon who was still reading his newspaper. "That girl just now... She had scars on the back of her hand."

"Does she now?" His father answered as he continued to read the newspaper.

"Indeed she does. I was merely wondering what, or whom, would have given her those scars."

There was a pause, before he spoke once more. "I am not sure, perhaps some slave master marked her before she came here. Some are known to put a brand on their wares to showcase where they came from. A advertisement so to say."

"I see...." So they had progressed to comparing humans to objects now? that didn't take long...

Again, some time passed before his father spoke this time. "Are you planning to purchase one yourself?"

Well, that was a interesting question to ask. "Perhaps..." He hummed, pretending to muse over the idea. "Where would you say would be the best place to purchase them?" Wouldn't hurt to know a little extra information.
"...There is a area not far from here, near the old city district they sell some very nice ones for a good price. Good range too."

"Interesting....I might have a look around there." He mused, making a mental note to check the area once he had seen his sister safely to school.