𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧

"I... I don't actually possess a pact yet. I've never liked relying on the strength of others, in my opinion, if I can't obtain something with my own power, I don't deserve it yet." A faint flush crept over her cheeks. It was an odd confession, after all, what Witch would turn+

"I've never found demons off-putting, in fact I was raised to view them as partners in battle." She paused, lifting her own glass to her lips and taking a sip of the wine. "I'm an Umbra Witch, my clan -or rather, what's left of it- we make pacts with demons. I've +

"Wait, you're one of the legendary dark knight's sons?! ...no wonder your energy is so powerfully demonic." she murmured, mismatched eyes wide in amazement. She'd heard the legends of Sparda, but meeting one of his sons... It made those legendary so real. "Oh, where are my +

She's dined with a demon but, but never one this handsome. Nor was the demon she dined with humanoid in appearance. It's... Complicated. If he desires to know more, he's welcome to ask.

After a quick outfit change, she arrived, wearing a pair of dress slacks and a suit jacket instead of her usual urban commando gear. Red wine made it sound fancy enough to make her ditch her work wear.

Special? Maybe, she's a Witch so she can sense magical, angelic and demonic energies. And she's never one to turn down a meal and drinks. Red wine or sparkling?

She'd be stupid not to show a little respect or maybe even wariness toward someone radiating such powerful demonic energy. She's been known to possess manners before. Plus, again, he's hot....

ᅠ ❝ 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒚 . 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔 . 𝑭𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 . 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 . ❞ ᅠ

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