The Plan
George and Christopher were busy inside their own consciousness'.
George's was the familiar library/den that he was used to, and he even used the time he was given with Levi taking care of outside matters with his brothers. He used this time to read various books and articles that the System had collected and stored inside his consciousness pertaining to their utility in the future, and was pleasantly surprised considering the volume of literature he had available. Perhaps more surprising, even things that he had never read or even written himself were there, such as a book titled "Demonology 101". Seeing this strange article inside his own 'library', he figured it best to ask the system where it came from.
-Answer: Host's "Mind Palace" consists of most if not all information that host has obtained throughout host's lifetime. This includes, but is not limited to, host's knowledge of demonology.-
Ah, so that's it. Wait, how did you hear me without me openly asking? Can you hear my thoughts?
-Answer: Host's subconscious and conscious thoughts are always observed by system. System observes various factors that host is not privy to in-order to compile information. Records of such information is available here, in host's mind palace.-
George couldn't help but be surprised as a shelf from his library shifted in-front of him, and consisted of innumerable labels of various bits of data. From the information's type, day, week, month, year... Damn near anything could be found here.
Why exactly is everything I've ever thought, seen, or heard recorded here?
-Answer: Host's possessor, Levi Alveister X, is the King of Envy. Host's possessor desires anything, and everything.-
Sheesh. There's got to be a limit to that though...
Regardless, George compiled his way through all the information in his own time, allowing him to obtain a better understanding of what he himself knew, as well as who he himself was as a person. It's a good introspection, even if aided by Demons and Robots.
...
"So, here's the jist." Maeon began running an angry Setanta and Levi through 'the plan'.
"Setanta will walk up to Gregori's house-gate, and try to distract any guards at the entrance. Meanwhile, Levi and I will use our SUPREME AWESOME DEMONIC SUPER POWERS to get through while they're distracted. Then, we go find the coin. Easy-peasy lemon-squeezy." Maeon clapped his hands as if they were dirty to gesture that it was a 'sound' plan.
Setanta found objections quite quickly, "I can't inhabit this host unless she's asleep. Unless you plan to knock her out every hour, I don't think it'd be very reliable to plan around my presence." He concisely replied, knocking out Maeon's plan quickly.
"Dammit! Fine fine. I'll do the distraction..." Maeon whined and complained, having wanted to 'hang-out' with his twin for a while.
Levi was the next to find issue. "What if they just shoot us on sight?"
"And risk getting arrested? Please, they can't do that sort of thing willy-nilly." Maeon replied jovially.
"Mm." Levi grunted in-response. Although he was normally jovial, Maeon always unnerved him to be the logician between the two.
"Fine, it sounds good to me. This host has taken a liking for Levi's, anyway." Setanta rolled his eyes and joked in-response.
"That's the spirit!" Maeon replied, and walked over to George's car.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Levi quickly protested.
"Hm? Driving us of course! Get in!" Maeon replied happily
Setanta and Levi looked at eachother then sighed in agony, as they knew the plethora of traffic violations about to be made would definitely come back to bite them somehow.
Regardless, they got it, and began another 'trip'.
...
"Boss! Boss!" One runner named Jacob quickly ran into the lounge room of Gregori's house, shouting for him.
Gregori, resting a small bag of ice against his throbbing head, replied somewhat angrily: "What do you want!?"
Jacob gulped, fear entrenching itself within him, before he spoke: "We found the boy! He was just outside Anonymous Addicts on Saint Street!" Jacob quickly ran through the sentence, afraid of receiving Don Gregori's wrath.
"Then go ice him, dumbass. Leave me in-peace." Gregori waved off Jacob to leave, having quickly dismissed him. Gregori's skull was throbbing after a hearty meal, as his demon was getting angry and distraught at constantly losing position.
"Y-yes sir!" Jacob slammed his fist against his heart in salute, then ran off.
"Why can't they think for themselves?" Gregori lamented...
-"You don't leave very much room for them to do so."- Belzye replied, curt out of anger.
"Hmph, and I suppose you would know much better?"
-"Not at all. I merely know how to consume, something you seem to know better than I. Quite insulting."-
Gregori laughed heartily, despite the throbbing in his head pressing against his entire skull, finding jest in being more sinful than a Demon Lord.
"Don't worry. If that boy manages to get his scrawny ass here, we'll feast."
If one could see the face of a Demon without meeting in their consciousness, Gregori would have laughed harder at seeing the surprised face of Belzye.