Aruna
Aruna's eyes lost all vision, turning to black as he retreated into his own mind. Those red eyes of his met that face, her gaze unable to meet his own. Two arms pinned her to the couch by her wrists and he could feel himself expanding inside of her. In this moment, she was his toy, an object that loved to be used and that was strong enough to take a beating. His head still buried in her breasts, he released his hold on her arms to chain them to the couch, crucifying her on the furniture. However, as he violently pushed into her, the entire room shook. Drool coated her breasts as the demon dug into her neck.
The demon licked his lips as that thought flashed through his mind, finally pulling away from her. With his head finally free, he resolved to find a place with plenty of space and lots of comfortable furniture. The demon cycled through past places he's lived. In a lot of ways, he enjoyed lavish gothic mansions, but all those make him think of is his old conquests of humans. A small place would likely not draw attention but would be less fun to play with his new angel companion. The real question was would it accommodate his urges.
Then he noticed her expression. Vulnerable, cute, vulnerable, flustered, vulnerable. It was a face he knew they had, but not one he had seen often. Sure, she wasn't one of his angels but she was an angel all the same. To think he would ever see a creature of the light make an expression like that, let alone for him. It was nice, empowering even.
Aruna retracted his chains, frowning as he went against his base urges to suck her dry until she collapsed. It would be fun, gratifying even to kill an angel that way, but he couldn't let her die until he reached the end of this path. And so, he looked to her and said,
"Can you fly? We have humans to hunt."