Nothing like the edge of a sharp blade, placed somewhere critical, to summon back one's manners. His mouth twitches, sliding a glance down to what he can see of the woman from back and above, a haughty cheek bone, an upcurled eyelash, before he releases her with enough force to put distance between them.
A second knife appears in his hand, both held ready. There was a time when his sudden appearance among mortals had inspired them to all him god. This seems like a downgrade.
"Do you call everything that visits your realm 'demon', or am I special?"
The riot of colour and light around them is starting to offend him less. The vertigo disappearing, the roughness in his voice smoothing out. He slides a glance around at the others, raised blades. No guns. Primitive. He smiles. "If your men value their lives, they'll lower their weapons."
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Nothing like the edge of a sharp blade, placed somewhere critical, to summon back one's manners. His mouth twitches, sliding a glance down to what he can see of the woman from back and above, a haughty cheek bone, an upcurled eyelash, before he releases her with enough force to put distance between them.
A second knife appears in his hand, both held ready. There was a time when his sudden appearance among mortals had inspired them to all him god. This seems like a downgrade.
"Do you call everything that visits your realm 'demon', or am I special?"
The riot of colour and light around them is starting to offend him less. The vertigo disappearing, the roughness in his voice smoothing out. He slides a glance around at the others, raised blades. No guns. Primitive. He smiles. "If your men value their lives, they'll lower their weapons."