## Emil POV Some loud-mouthed, pesky child threatened to sue the diner after I allegedly tried to kill him by giving him a little shove on the shoulder. Have humans always been this weak? Or is it an American thing, looking so big and full of himself, yet without a strand of true tenacity to be found? This louse should not be bothering our waitstaff, or driving that garish car around. But such things are not up to me to decide. Jonny caused another big scene in the kitchen, and Aurelian came to the rescue. Turned out those corrupted wings still had some power to them. This fallen angel really was giving it his all, and I could always respect that kind of work ethic. At the last possible moment, we managed to piece together that the tough customer we had been dealing with was an imposter all along. It took everyone’s conjoined efforts to undo the devil’s disguise and banish it from the establishment. Jonny’s ornamental cross left a burn mark in my palm.