Your Adversary The Devil

The heavy fall of paws whispered behind the boy, effectively halting him as one ear turned back on his head and his hackles rising. The voice was one he had never heard before, but it was just as Vianni had described. Deep and thick, though this time it lacked any harsh undertones that had been described with his voice. Deep salmon eyes turn to witness his father for the first time and found a behemoth greeting his gaze. Vianni had not missed a single detail when describing the beast's father to him, and while he remained silent and staring, half turned to the male. "The demon's mother is dead. Snake bites." The child said simply, not one for speaking. Turning fully, the devil looked at his father, then sat and stared at him. He didn't know what else to say or do.

"Devilish tongue." 'Roaring thoughts.'  Walketh about. "Listening to voices."