demonbelthazor | Suite 518/520, Saturday night

Bel lay on his bed, his hands clasped behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling, his thoughts troubled. The desire for blood and violence was strong and hard to resist. He'd already lost that fight twice in the past week -- first the mugger, then the fight with the demons that attacked Wilson and Blair. Neither of them seemed upset about how he'd acted, but that didn't change what he'd done. And he wanted more. After the phone call with Veronica he was already plotting further violence.

And then there was the tarot reading.

If they were evil, it was okay, wasn't it? He was justified in his punishment.

But feeding the demon was still dangerous.

Maybe just a little bite.