"Tiefling," Neeshka corrected primly. Well, sort of primly, since it was around a mouthful of tiny cake and icing. She neatly sidestepped the mess he stepped in-- fallen potato salad, or something like, lucky for him; it wasn't that much of a bloodbath, not yet anyway-- and explained, "And I suppose the technical word is baatezu or something like that. I've actually got devil blood, not demon, but you know? It's pretty much the same thing."

Well, except that devils were lawful and demons were chaotic, and on totally different sides of the war in hell, but Neeshka didn't care. They were all nasty and untrustworthy. "The other part's human, as far as I can tell. I never knew my parents, though, so I guess I could be part elf or something. That'd be kind of cool. Though I'd probably be a lot younger-looking, if it was elf."