Demona examines her prize

Demona had brought Robbie to the centre of her mansion, to see what had set off her magic alarms. It was a gargoyle that had a familar look, but she couldn't place it anywhere. Still, he seemed to hold powers that were greater than her own. Even if he didn't know how to use it well. Certainly a bonus if she could convince him to her way of thinking.

If not, she could always try to drain his powers to add to her own.

"Why have you come to my home? And why shouldn't I destroy you while I have you at my mercy?" She told him, hold his face to look at hers.

"I had heard that there was a gargoyle woman here that had a slight problem with humans. I had hope to help her with a solution." Robbie said, when Demona 'let' him speak.

"And how should you do that? Do you know of a way to destroy them?" She asked, intrigued.

"Why should we destroy them, when we can have more fun humilating them. Enslaving them to our bidding, so they're lives are only for our pleasure? Are you interested?" Robbie asked.