The Third Circle

Anima will not find anything on creating demons and angels, though she can find plenty on their natures. Demons and gods don’t keep their secrets in mortal tomes. Soul magic is a much more achievable, though oft-forbidden line of thought.
”They are my servants, that is all. One day perhaps they will be my lieutenants. But mostly, mere clerks for now.” says Nyarlahotep with a shrug of his wings.

The Vault

Jim stiffens, his telltale smile absent, his look imperious with the indent gripped tightly, thumped against the floor deliberately.
Vargain. Jim knows the name, despite Sticks’ attempts for him not to. Sticks’ past is dark and secret. But Jim knows that it is. Sticks did not merely throw it away; he cut it out. Jim has no love for whatever part of his beloved master that was so awful he tore himself in half to escape it. The metal monstrosities just out of sight don’t help that at all.
”Please, Master Vargain, Jim is for friends. I don’t know you.” he tells the master of the vault coldly.