“‘The way you see it’ is wrong.” He’s not surprised that the other would think that way, however. Demons are beings of hell who worship Lucifer, after all; their belief system isn’t known for its accuracy. Castiel holds his ground, blade still in hand, as he fixes the demon before him with a steady angelic glare. His patience is already wearing thin, and he doesn’t really have the will to deal with mouthy demons at the moment. “I suggest you state your business and leave.”

           _{it wasn’t the first time nor would it be the last that demon was told that he was ultimately wrong. sure, he might have had bias facts, but in his mind, there was no way that angels would ever win —- not as long as he had a say in it. though, at the same time, his own views were bias to the point where an angel could have saved him, and the demon would still want to exterminate every last one of their kind,} 

❝ my business is i don’t like your kind anywhere near me — what happened to the days were your kind never walked the earth? i’d sure love to go back to them. ❞