@elijahsequeira location: elijah's place notes: kept the midsommar haircut
It wasn’t as if Chrysaor cared much for mortal lives these days, people died and that was just the way the world worked. Demons consumed and they devoured and they did really terrible shit down in the Inferno, the fact that Elijah had become something else, that he was an incubus because he’d refused to let the hellfire change him, that was something that Chrysaor had really respected. Down in the pit, Chrys imagined that the demons and the rulers of the Inferno delighted in promising power to those who were willing to lower themselves to pick it up. Still Elijah had refused. That the incubus had suddenly changed meant that the banshee could only look around and ask why that might be, the answer seemed obvious: Chrysaor.
“Still burning up?” Chrys asked as he sat on the edge of the bed as he changed out the cold towel on the incubus’ forehead. It was hard to tell when the demon was sick or not, but the whole city seemed to be under the weather, Chrys remained immune but apparently Elijah had caught it. “Heard the hospital is insane right now,” bunch of the surrounding schools as well. Things were crazy out there, but at least the demon didn’t seem to have it too bad.