“Damn hunters. I’m doing the same damn work they do except on humans. What do I get for it? A piece of wood jammed in my chest like I’m on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”
❝Well maybe because you aren’t really like them?. Anyway i don’t really care too much.❞ He looked at her a little puzzled about the vampire slayer thing. ❝what?. ❞
A hunter managed to get me pretty badly mid-trick,
and for some reason my grace isn’t doing its usual healing thing.
Figure you owe me that much.”
Lucifer listen to her with all his attention and the nodded. He would help her, at least for this time. after all he can do good stuff, don’t he?. ❝Alright.❞
“It’s not myfault he grew on me. He treated me with respect, and he would never do anything to hurt me. I had my head in the clouds, which bought me a one way ticket to Crowley’s rack.”
❝I’m no one to tell you something about that, But what can I say is that you don’t need to worry about Crowley as long as I’m here.❞