Harold made another note. "Not really." He replaced the cap on his fountain pen and looked up. "Most demons do the work of Hell and its environs. Things have changed since you came into existence, Legion. Once it was the work of devils to defile and corrupt humanity to provide vessels for demons to escape the Hells but these days?" He sat back with a snort.
"What do you mean?" Legion sat up. "It is the desire of every demon to experience the mortal plane through the senses of a mortal being. What could possibly have changed that?"
"Bureaucracy." Harold toyed with his pen as he spoke, transferring it from hand to hand and winding it through his fingers. "When Lucifer won the franchise for the afterlife he had to streamline the whole place. He bought the leases on Sheol, Tartarus, Hades, Gehenna, the Nine Hells... You probably wouldn't even recognise the place now."
"And Limbo?" Legion shuddered. "We were born in Limbo. Complete nothingness. Can you blame us for desiring more?"
"I certainly can't blame you for not wanting to return." Harold looked at Felicia. "I went there the year you Turned. Horrible place. An absolute cacophony. It was like being in a school playground without a packet of crisps."
"I don't follow. Limbo is Nothingness. There is no light, no sound, no sensation. We are alone there, without even each other."
"Not any more." Harold shook his head. "You've been away a long time, lady. When Lucifer took over he had to annex Limbo for use by two separate factions. One half, the limbus infantium, he used for unbaptised children -- too young to have committed personal sins, but not yet freed from original sin and the other side for the limbus patrum wherein dwell the virtuous until the resurrection and the second coming – those people that used to dwell in Hades until the Fall." He picked up the teapot again. "Honestly, you don't want to go there but Nothingness it ain't."
Ada tut-tutted. "Grammar, Harold."