Of course, many humans were ignorant to what a soul really was, let alone what it looked like so Demagogue had no care munching on them in public. Between his confidence in Nashyah's illusions and the utter stupidity that humans seemed to possess above all other attributes, the skeleton continued on with his habits. It was only when he reached in and grabbed the last one he had on him did he hear the little conversation the girl was having with herself (rather her alternate personality), stating that he was inconsiderate. At that, the demon smiled softly to himself, crushing the soul into shards with his fingers for Nashayah to see, if only for his own amusement. While Demagogue was no practitioner of illusions himself, to most humans, what they'd see was the demon crushing a little sweet between his fingers before the girl, all part of the human guise she was so kind to cook up for him. Granted, it'd still be attention getting, though far less so than a glowing ball of energy.
Still, eventually they reached the city of Jadenshine without incident, stopped by the guards at the gates as were all travelers requesting entry. Having a few words with one of them, the guard let them pass, signalling for the gates to open, revealing a bustling city inside. For the first time, the demon addressed Nashayah.
"We're going to see an old.... friend. She may have what we need and if not, her family will." The demon winked lightly, though his joviality was rather forced. It was hard to be joyace when traversing your own thoughts...
Without taking as much as a detour, Demagogue let Nashayah straight into the heart of the city where the rich presided, the houses steadily growing bigger and more extravagant the further in they went. It was one of these castles that the demon had his eye on, known for it's.... conductive attributes and excessive size. Granted, it wasn't the largest building here nor was it the most expensive by material amounts but it was the most suited for their purposes... The Onyx Keep.
The building was massive, made of a black marble-like substance, shining and radiant in the sunlight. The entire area surrounding the keep itself was made of a similar material, Nash's and Demagogue's boots *clacking* against it's surface. After a few sharp raps of the massive wooden doors, a young woman answered, her skin pale and fair, dressed in an elaborate white dress with hair that matched and eyes a solid black color. She looked at the pair in confusion, though her eyes seemed to linger on Demagogue's, something apparently familiar about him.
"H-hello...? May I help you too...?"
"Nash...." He murmured kindly. "Undo my face for a moment, would you kindly?" If she obliged, Suddenly, the illusion around Demagogue's face only would disappear, revealing the skeleton's smirking, carved teeth and glowing lights in his sockets.
"Demagogue!" She screeched before suddenly lunging forward, wrapping her arms around the demon's neck, forcing him to catch her lest they both fall back into the ground. Letting out a frustrated sigh, the Demagogue attempted to pry himself free but the girl was latched on tight, giggling.
"AHEM!" He faked clearing the throat he didn't have. No change. It took 3 more times before the message finally hit her, the girl pulling away from the demon, a wide smile on her face.
"Well don't just stand there! Come in!" She stated, standing aside and letting the pair enter. Gods almighty.... why....