Hill could not help but frown slightly.
There was no doubt that Aislin had a problem. The only question was who she really was.
But a brass horn?
Who would enjoy playing that thing?
Did Devils not all prefer the more refined kinds of music?
So Hill had found it easy enough to understand when Carpenter said that Aislin used to like male Mages who played the harp and the like.
But the most melodious horn music was for celebrating harvests. The rest was either for rituals or battle songs.
What did the first two have to do with Devils? The same went for Evil Gods squatting in Hell.
Moreover, Devils liked to cultivate an especially elegant air in their lives. Generally speaking, they would not make themselves look like warmongers.
Though that was indeed usually what they did... their main purpose was to start wars, not become the main force in them, unless Demons stood on the other side.
And Devils were willing to fight Demons not merely because Demon blood could earn them the qualifications for promotion. It was also because Hell's Soul Pool branded them with a hatred of Abyssal Demons when every Devil was born, during their youngest and most irrational, powerless stage.
The higher a Devil's rank, the better they became at breaking free from—or suppressing—that mark. When facing Demons, they would first consider their own interests... but that did not mean they would not feel irritated at the sight of Demons.
Once they entered Blood War mode, amid the bloody stench and aura of death from endless fallen kin, no Devil below the rank of Duke could continue suppressing that mark... that was why even Devils, who fled quickly and excelled at weighing gains against losses, would fight Demons to the death.
But wherever