The one he worked for. A hierarchy. Mary knew that some demons ranked higher than others, but the details weren’t clear. It’s not like Hell released organizational charts at their quarterly meetings or anything. If this one had information about people above him, he might actually be useful. And that meant she probably shouldn’t kill him. 

Disappointment showed in her eyes and in her less than enthusiastic follow-up questions. “Making sure the guy you work for’s happy? And who is that?” Her brows furrowed. Why keep killing and collecting souls if he didn’t care? What leverage did his “boss” have? She had endless questions but settled on just one more. “And why do you have to do his dirty work for him?” 

_{“Does it really matter who they are?” The question, for what it was worth, was asked simply out of habit than necessity, “Humans fail to see what is right in front of them and when they do see it? Well, they either run away, or attempt to rationalize it in whatever way possible.”}

_{Ky’lar had done his fair share of mistakes and he would admit to them. Of course, they were never here nor there, and he doubted that she would enjoy hearing about them. Though, the fact was, that if she was closer to him, maybe he would have revealed something more than just a half-truth, but then again, she was a hunter, and he was well… what she hunted.}

_{“Sometimes, there is no reason to why, but rather, you do it as the other options are less… desirable.  Anything before or after that decision is just static noise that means nothing.”}