"All demons are expected to, you know, come back here once in a while. There are regulations about how long you're allowed to stay on Earth and all that. It's part of your tether." He leans back on the bed, tail swishing off the side of it. "You're also supposed to damn a certain number of souls, etcetera etcetera, quota depending on your rank and who you work for. Demons also owe a certain amount of their power to the higher-ups—an incubus isn't exactly high-ranking. We can keep power for ourselves depending on how much we work," his eyes glitter, "and how effectively, but we also have to give back to those we work for. It's a little like a fucked up socialist system, only with less of the redistributing and more of just the taking."