Mary wished it were different, that it was possible to make demons play by their rules, or any rules for that matter. It certainly made it hard to gain leverage on them and find their weaknesses. “You always have a choice. If you think you don’t, you’re just too scared of the alternative. So really, the question is, what are you so afraid of if you think you don’t have a choice?” Mary looked at the demon expectantly, tired of the circular conversation and wanting a name. 

_{“There is no alternative.” Or, rather, one that he was willing to accept, but the conversation, as much as it was amusing, was starting to bother him. His choices – if they could eve be called that – were done out of necessity. Not to mention he had made bad deals before… just to see how it would turn out, but that was besides the point, “Sometimes, reality just shits all over you, and you have to face the facts.” Rather, his version of the facts, “The facts are, if I want to do anything… it doesn’t matter if it’s hell or on earth? The best way to be treated as more than just a kid hiding in their father’s shadow is to do things myself and that includes doing whatever is needed… even killing people that might be able to help me.” His final words were firm, but mainly said for a final effect.}