He shivers and then giggles weakly. "It was awful for the first few months. Now it's sort of okay but sometimes people'll say 'it should go back to Hell where it belongs', or whatever, and I just wish I was alive again. I'd still want to be a demon eventually but it coulda been at ninety."

"You usually seem pretty, I dunno, upbeat, on your channel..."

"People don't like depressing stuff. Angry is okay sometimes, people were pretty sympathetic about the time I got locked in a closet until my family rescued me, but sad all the time over stuff that happened a long time ago would just be boring. And I'm not usually sad. Most of the people I'm around don't call me 'it' or treat me like a monster."

"They sound pretty cool."

"You think Elves would be even more scared of demons than humans, what with the war, but they aren't at all. I guess having a Timothy as your crown prince would help with that."

"The war?"

"Uh. There was a war going on between a couple Elf worlds when they accidentally summoned someone and then learned about summoning. And a planet got holed, during the war. Elves are immortal so they're all back alive but, like, still."

"...shit."

"Yeah. There was a war crimes trial, Michael and Timothy went."

"What'd they sentence the summoner to?"

"The summoner was like a six year old who drew the circle by accident."

"Oh."

"Trial was for the demon."

"What'd they sentence the demon to, then -"

"Uh, restitution to the victims and four hundred years' supervision, I think?"

"...like, Ganymede supervision -"

"Looser than that, Elves let us talk. But Ganymede approved the binding apart from the lack of gag, which they thought was very dangerous."

"If somebody holes a planet I don't think it's letting 'em talk you wanna worry about."

"You'd think. The funny thing is that Elves, unlike humans, actually do have souls, though it wouldn't really be a thing of talking them out of them."

"Huh?"

"They have these chips in their heads that - back up their brains to a computer, basically. If they die you can resurrect them from the chips, and if demons put a body around a chip it works okay. We can't make the chips, of course, since we can't make minds. But someone could steal one and then have an Elf to hurt and kill and resurrect and so on, if they were a shitty person."

"Oof."

"Yeah. Every once in a while I check to make sure there are no chips in Hell because if there were I could go find 'em and get them out. There aren't so far."

"That's good then..."

They're back. "Can I get you anything?"