Kasdeya had something to prove, he's had bad luck for as long as he could remember. Often making a fool of himself without meaning to. It didn't matter how smart he was, he hadn't intended to fall in the first place. But he had, and he's tried to keep up since. How did he even get this job? He'd never say, but for him this was his chance to show he wasn't a bumbling fool. To bring back the Hellhound Queen and throw her corpse at the feet of his peers.
He hated being in the human world, they were why he fell in the first place. He hated how favored they were, so yes he stood against it. Walking these streets he kept a cold scowl on his face, holding an umbrella over his head as the rain pelted down. It seemed wiser than letting himself get soaked or making the rain just miss him altogether. He didn't like the damned human contraption, it was more noisy than the rain.
He could feel something near by, and stopped walking. Looking off in a direction trying to concentrate on what he felt. Was that her? or someone else hunting?