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“If that’s all you want, may as well let me out of these _wretched things now.” Hard light in her eyes despite the way her lips c u r l e d back into a grin, revealing her bloodied teeth. The witch could practically taste the wine she’d sip for her V I C T O R Y. If his, or someone else important, was burning out their vessel, she might be able to ^manipulate them some before slipping away. “I don’t just have one way, but several..”

❝ —— an’ how do i know you won’t simply make matters WORSE? ❞ he didn’t trust witches, not most of them at any-rate, and even when working with them was crucial to survival, the demon kept them at arms length. it wasn’t due to spite or even hatred, but rather, survival was the key reason it was for, and nothing else, 

❝ your kind ALWAYS  has something up their sleeve. ❞ though, if it was a good or bad thing was fully up for debate.