Humans, Antonio had concluded, were definitely closer to demons than they were to angels, for some of them had such a thirst for knowledge and power that they'd have even challenged God Himself to quench it, if given the chance. This particular specimen had eaten Antonio's bait so easily, had so vehemently sealed their deal that he couldn't help but delude himself into believing that there was something more this human was expecting out of this, something even more unethical than the power to raise the dead and the gift of immortality. Something no word of sincere repentance would've ever made up for. Something Antonio couldn't wait to give him. Something he was ready to devour over and over again far before the time of feasting on human souls. Something he was eager to mark and own for the rest of eternity.