_{“of course. without dad steering them with his ‘gentle’ hand on the back of their necks, my siblings are ten times more destructive than a hoard of demons fresh out of hell.” she wipes off the blade and holds it out toward him. “don’t be afraid to use it, but remember that i’m the one that gave it to you.”}

     _{“at least hordes of demons,” he said, taking the blade with his right hand, and gripping it tightly. “usually have some sort of leader. they may be destructive, but once they find a demon with power? they flock to it like ants to a crumb on a hot summer’s day.”
        he then flashed a grin. “among other things, i don’t have any problems with you – it’s the rest of them that strike me as idiotic.” ky never liked heaven – he may have stayed in churches for a few years, but he never believed in it. then again… he didn’t think it mattered. not anymore at least. “maybe a bit rabid as well.”}