"They knew," the demon exhaled. "But it made things strained. Even ended up having a sing-off about me during April Fools, it was a fucking mess. I ended up letting one go, then a couple of days later the other one went home."

He frowns, looking at the floor. Good floor.

"Anyway. It doesn't work, wanting it all. It just fucks everything up and destroys the people you give a shit about. However much you hate it, you have to choose between them, or choose none of them at all, unless you want it all to disintegrate between your fingertips."