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Rasteva considered the butter knife carefully. Its blade was dull. So much so, that it was offensive. Did Tobias really mean to wield the thing in battle? If so, they'd both wind up dead before a blow could even be struck. "Perhaps we might find you something a bit sharper, yes? I doubt you'll...

"Why would I?" The Daemon replied blandly. "That kind of knowledge was pointless in my realm. Until recently anyway." Despite not having the energy to project a solid form, Rasteva's shape changed constantly. With no winds to assault their frame, the Daemon lazily shifted from one shape to the...

If it was at all cold, Rasteva certainly couldn't tell the difference. A lack of nerve endings and a functioning brain to take in their signals did that to you. But, the Daemon was more than well aware of how windy it was. The thought of being inside, away from the near constant breeze was...

Tobias had proven to be a good listener so far. Whether through the actual virtue, or because he was merely curious, it mattered little to the Daemon. Though in all honesty, they couldn't blame the man's curiosity. Belief in the Supernatural had fallen quite far out of fashion with Humans. If...

"Shush? SHUSH?! You ask for an explanation and then have the gall to silence me? If I weren't lacking a body right now, I'd punt you over the Horizon." Rasteva devolved into a slew of irritated sounding grumbles shortly after. They weren't wholly compliant, but the Daemon was at least quieter...

Confusion, anger, and now a sense of rapidly growing fear. The man's face did little to hide his emotions if he was bothering to try and hide them at all. His concern especially seemed to be mounting and it was a wonder that the man hadn't simply hurled the device away the moment that Rasteva...

Phone? Hack? The Human's words made no sense to Rastva at all. The Daemon had no real concept of what the man was saying, but they weren't completely ignorant. "Bastard? Mind your wretched tongue, Human! You know not who you address." The man's confusion had clearly given way to palpable anger...

The man had undoubtedly noticed. In no time at all, he'd withdrawn the device from his pocket and Rasteva tensed for an altercation. He seemed puzzled. Not surprising at all if the Daemon were to be honest. They wanted to shrink back under the man's gaze, but there was nowhere to go. The man's...

Rasteva was rapidly fading and knew that they could wait no longer. They had to act, and soon if they wanted to survive. Rasteva's gaze darted around the nearly empty street feverishly, hoping, praying for some miracle no matter how small. "Where...Where....anyone...WAIT." Rasteva set their...

This was not good. This was in fact, probably the farthest one could get from good. The cool fall evening meant that many people would not be out at a time like this which was just as well, Rasteva would hate to be seen like this. Leaves rustled wildly as something small and dark zipped over...

Lorette had expected a great deal of Lucius today. Even his recent outburst wasn't a complete surprise to her. But the mere idea that he would, and did apologize for his behavior was nothing short of mind-boggling. This was the first time in recent memory that a competitor had been apologetic in...

She knew that body language well. The stiff shoulders, the deep scowl. Even though the man's voice was still even, it carried his rage across as clearly as if he'd been shouting. Lorette had been privy to all kinds of emotional outbursts within the confines of her office. Many from potential...

A well-manicured brow twitched slightly at the man's sudden and boldly put question. She'd had enough time to prepare for the eventuality that he was aware of Daemons, but his words still struck a particular nerve within the woman. "Tasosael is no more mine than the Daemon that clings to you is...

Surprises were not an uncommon occurrence for Lorette. Daily life both in the business world and the Private Security sector had long since drilled a sense of readiness into the woman. It was a skill that she'd only refined over the years, and her run-ins with the Supernatural only served to...

The designated day had arrived, and as always Rasteva was prepared to suffer. Business meetings bored the Daemon more than anything else, and they'd already made a conscious decision to NOT pay attention in the slightest during it. Lucius had other plans however as evidenced by his instructions...

The surly smoke cloud scoffed at the man seated at his desk. "Perhaps not. But it is all that I have left. Pride is what feeds me, and Anger spurs me to action." The Daemon floated lazily near the ceiling and regarded the Human dourly. "Would that I could. I'd have ended you long before now...

They'd waited for Lucius to finish his business, as they always did. How long had they been waiting now? Not just for the calls to end, but for something, ANYTHING to be done about their current state? Lucius had assure Rasteva that these things took time. The man claiming that once his plans...

Richard watched the digital display over the Elevator's doors in silence, the numbers on it changing at what felt like a Snail's pace. He wasn't late for his meeting with the CEO. He was never late. But that didn't make the wait any more bearable. The Chief of Security grumbled softly, a gloved...