Not a bible in sight, and where would she even tuck a bottle of holy water in this getup? Not that she's interested in mincing words, because she knows his kind— the type that think they can talk their way out of any situation, that if they swear they're not looking for a fight they'll be allowed to slither away.
Fat fucking chance.
"Right. Info. And how many heads are you looking to crack open to get it? Enough of your bullshit, I know a goddamn demon when I see one!"
Another step forward, and suddenly there's a weapon in one hand, as though a sword had materialized out of thin air.
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Not a bible in sight, and where would she even tuck a bottle of holy water in this getup? Not that she's interested in mincing words, because she knows his kind— the type that think they can talk their way out of any situation, that if they swear they're not looking for a fight they'll be allowed to slither away.
Fat fucking chance.
"Right. Info. And how many heads are you looking to crack open to get it? Enough of your bullshit, I know a goddamn demon when I see one!"
Another step forward, and suddenly there's a weapon in one hand, as though a sword had materialized out of thin air.
"You're hunting."