Alastor stood on the balcony overlooking the main gambling floor of his casino, the [i]Starlight Millennium[/i]. Still rather new, nevertheless business was high - the natural expectation of a facility where one foolishly believed they could earn fortunes with no effort on their part. Below him tacky music played and the chatter of discussion, of debts, of risks, rewards and consequences reached his ears. 

"Damnit, I lost!" 

"Honey, maybe we should stop -"

"No, just one more! One more time! I know it'll come this time!" 

His lips curled into a small smile as another fool spent his fortunes into his casino, expecting greed to cause a miracle despite such odds being near impossible. Another fool, another victim, another satisfaction for the demon. It was not as if he was harming them - they simply harmed themselves, all he did was give them the means to do so. Not even, he simply made the means exist and they flocked to it of their own will. His old friend would disapprove but even he would know that this was something that would happen with or without Alastor. 

He was enjoying his time quietly wallowing in the despair of the recently defeated when a sharp sense pierced his mind. His closed eyes immediately flinching, he got off of the railing he had been leaning on and headed to a window. 

"I say, Mister Stahl," one of his employees commented as he was joined at the window by one of the security personnel of the casino, "That airplane's getting pretty dangerously low." 

"I agree." Alastor lied through his teeth. "Hopefully it will just pass by." 

Alastor knew exactly what that "airplane" was even if none of his employees did. A demon, from the likes of it one who did not gain enough thought nor presence of mind to take a humanoid form - or one who was reckless enough to not do so regardless. What was more problematic than the demon itself, however, were the portals it was leaving left and right - all of them leading to and from who knew where and if it had been through that many places, Alastor could very well soon find himself neck deep in would-be heroic children. 

Stepping away from the window, he considered his options. He could, of course, take to the field and defeat the demon before it attracted too much attention. However, judging by the way that it was in flight and with so many portals it was quite possible it was already being pursued. That would simply mean he would get targeted by the magical children who would arrive later...

No, it would be safer if he laid low. Of course, if the children found him and insisted on attempting to exorcise him he would not be adverse to defending himself. 

"...Chu?" he called out suddenly, the unexpected situation reminding him that now would be a good time to ensure the safety and security of his... charge? Perhaps that was not exactly the right word, but nevertheless he felt a degree of responsibility over the younger demon. "Chu, where are you!?" 

Beginning to walk around the casino in an attempt to find the smaller demon, Alastor reflected on how, in hindsight, it was pretty damn irresponsible of him to let what was essentially a child - a demon, but still a child - out of his sight in the middle of a casino.