Kasdeya's home was one of mostly demons without other places, underlings loyal to him for taking them in. They didn't have many rules but they knew don't destory his home, and don't go in his chamber, ever. He trusted them to stick to the centuries old rule, since the last who dared break it he beat to death in front of the others. He had a way of making a point stick, and violence makes a statment
Why did this matter? He had let it set in his mind, using a holy weapon on Valdis was oddly not okay with him. The weapon was stashed away with the weapon he once wielded when he was young, as he never speaks of his time as an angel, all that fell with him was locked in a safe. He waited until those around him were out to do their jobs before he vanished from his chamber back topside. It was dark as he liked, and once again raining as he sighed and snapped the umbrella reappeared in his hands. Taking a breath of the earth air, the jealousy hit him again. How dare the humans be so loved as to get a world like this one... just to destory it.
No he had to shake that off, he was here for one person. He had to find her scent.