His voice.. the power... I submit

It was his voice, I think. It held a power unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Magic helped, of course, but magic alone does not account for everything. Very well, I would be his for the time being. Sometimes it is more fun to surrender oneself to another, to become their scion.

"I am Aristaeus. What do you want from me"

He was very pleased with himself, I could tell, but he maintained his composure.

"First I will ask you a few questions."

Questions. It always started with question. Mortals are such a pesky bunch, always wanting to know things - a curiosity which has gotten more than a few killed. Of course, the more knowledgeable the human - and this one must have been very knowledgeable - the more they want to know. They see us daemons as repositories of knowledge. Quite true, quite true indeed.

"Tell me, Aristaeus, what do you want most"

Hmm. What a peculiar question. Do daemons even want for things? I chuckled at the thought of a baby daemon asking mammy daemon for a pet dog.