[ Sebastian nods, and with a thoughtful noise as he considers what to make, he goes with something simple. He holds out his free hand towards Demeisen, and very suddenly, what seems to be dark shadows coalesce from the little shadows cast by wrinkles and folds of his clothing. They come together to form a pipe—an identical replica of the one that Demeisen holds—and it’s near instantaneous. It’s held out for Demeisen to take and inspect for himself if he’d like, and truly everything about it matches the original one he holds. ]

It is something that many of my kind are able to do. Not all, since it is something that comes with a bit of, ah… [ He pauses again, then shrugs. ] Well, I shall simplify it and call it prestige.

[ The hierarchy of Hell and how demons gain their power is too much for an introductory conversation. He also hasn’t gotten a good read on how Demeisen might take such a brutal story, so he doesn’t particularly want to get into it. ]

I am a demon. If you have heard of us, perhaps considerably different than what you may know, since there are many, many tales of us... But a demon all the same.