Outside Omens

Asmodeus jumped back slightly, startled by the slamming of the drawer. What he’d heard though was neither invaluable nor was it totally worthless. He knew that the girl didn’t trust anyone and that the buffoons that both sides had been sending against her often had only one brain cell to share amongst them. This was nothing new to him. Yet he stood still, retracting his aura and strained his ears to catch any other important information. He wanted to know why these two were here looking for the girl. Why a succubus and an angel were working together. And why couldn’t he sense the succubus when he first located the angel. Hopefully, all his questions would be answered shortly. If not, well, he had time to learn them if he needed to know at a later time.