The Infernal Serpent

"All I've had is enemies." Moloch shrugs taking a drink though he would never admit it there were a couple angels who at least treated him with neutral curiosity or tolerance. "God created me an abomination."

At the comment about the demon, Moloch raises a brow as his gaze turns to the angel beside him. There's a smirk somewhere between proud and amused. "Is that why you talk to me? Your preference for demons?"

It would make sense given the angel was here with a crew of fallen instead of among his own kind.