“Then how about you treat me with the same respect. My day is already going poorly enough, without some supernatural racism thrown in the mix.” Weary glare thrown his way and the witch jangled her chains loudly. “I’m sure a man of your incredible intellect has realised that if you want me to preserve a meatsuit, I need to be able to do magic. And iron stops that.” Sarcasm dripped from her tongue far too easily. Of course, if she put enough effort into it, she could break out of the iron, but doing that was exhausting.
“i’ll show you respect when you earn it.” if it was up to him, she wouldn’t be in chains, but appearances were everything. he couldn’t afford to be kind- nor decent. “all i need you to do is make sure this vessel doesn’t burn up.” he was already burning… it was just a matter of time before he had to take more drastic measures, but still.. he was trying. “if you can do that… i’ll let you out of the chains right now.”
“It isn’t good for business if customers die on me all the time, especially not powerful ones who might get me other demon customers.” Rowena didn’t bother to hide her expression, the disappointment that he hadn’t made such an obvious logic jump himself. “And MY kind have to, lest we run into the rotten claws of your kind. Your lot are even quicker to betrayal than a witch who’s caught her lover with another witch at an orgy.”
“first off, i’m not like the rest of my kind. secondly, i don’t betray people often, but when i do? it’s for a good damned good reason.” though, usually, it was due to the fact he found a better opportunity. one, that would warrant him going back on his word ( even though it was a very rare sight that he ever would do something like that ). “so, try to keep your assumptions to yourself, yes?”
“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 simplymake 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.
“The list is about as l o n g as my arm.” Undeniable pride in her tone, accentuated by the slight movement in her limb, jingling her restraints. “Not that, that says much at my height dear.” Light in her eyes, a CHALLENGE, she enjoyed the thrill of being chased, knowing she was on someone’s most wanted list. “So what you’ll pay me off to one of them for the highest price? Even I thought you more creative than that.”
❝ the highest PRICE is what works when all else FAILS. it’s not NEEDED nor is it WANTED, but it’s still POSSIBLE.❞ well, that was ONE way of putting things as the demon took a few steps forward,
❝ personally, i don’t CARE how many want you DEAD or WORSE, but rather, i simply need to KNOW if you have a way to STOP a vessel from BURNING up. ❞
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