Hey, did you know the madness we stirred up last night?" a hellhound demon asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"No, I was occupied at the brothel at that time," the other demon replied, shrugging. "What did you do anyway?"
"Haha, we had quite the feast. We cooked a human alive and devoured him. The look of terror and desperation on his face was something to savor. It was absolutely delicious."
"Wait, why would you do that? Didn't Master explicitly forbid us from harming humans? What if he finds out?"
"Pfft, who cares?" The first demon sneered. "Everyone's doing it these days, and nothing ever comes of it. Why should I deprive myself of a good time?"
The second hellhound demon sighed, frustration evident on his face. He didn't want to be dragged down by his companion's reckless behavior, especially with the risk of drawing Master's wrath. He turned away, his attention shifting to a figure entering the Duke's mansion.