When Hermione Granger first met her, as of last night, fellow Devils on the train ride to Hogwarts and the Wizarding World, one of the last things she expected to learn about was that the Wizarding World was just a small corner of the much larger Supernatural World. The hexagon eyed girl was also very grateful it was a weekend, and that tomorrow's a Sunday, mostly so that she could process all the information that her King (and wasn't that a strange thing to think) had basically dumped upon her. While it made her head spin, there were some things and places that she couldn't help but find particularly interesting.
One of the things that she found particularly interesting was the Underworld, the realm of the Devils, and the various ways one could enter the realm. While most Devils entered and left the realm via teleportation, other ways to enter the Underworld included taking a train ride and (a rather recent method) hitting over 88 miles per hour with specially modified vehicles. The Devil in charge of R&D was apparently a fan of Marty McFly and Dr Emmet Brown's adventures. When Enuma told her newest member of her Peerage about the latter of the two alternate methods of entering the Underworld, Hermione thought she heard her King muttering something about wanting either a motorcycle (more specifically a chopper inspired by a certain demonic bike from Marvel comics), a Diablo supercar or a tank so she could actually do it and scratch a few things off her bucket list, but that just have been Hermione's imagination.
Though something that Hermione was sure wasn't her imagination was Enuma's comment that last night was the second worst Halloween she ever had… until Shalltear mentioned something about a place called Crystal Cove. Which caused the redhead to apparently think back for a couple seconds before seeming to correct herself by stating that it was the third worst Halloween ever. Whatever happened on the worst and second worst Halloweens in Enuma's life wasn't something that Hermione had earned enough trust from her King to know in the case of the former and she was supposedly better off not knowing what happened in the case of the latter. Considering that both her fellow Devils shivered in obvious discomfort, the bushy haired girl was inclined to agree.
Something that downright terrified Hermione was a couple of facts about her new life as a Devil. While she probably wouldn't have to in the nearest future, she would definitely be asked to fight in the future. The other thing was the fact that there were things out there that went and bumped in the night, and that Devils usually were the ones who bumped back, keeping the ignorant people of the day they walked amongst safe from the shadows of the night.
Much like the ceasefire between the Three Factions, there was an unspoken agreement between them regarding humanity. The Angels protected them during the day. The Fallen in the twilight. And the Devils in the night.