I wait my body tense unsure if this female is going to fight me or if she is going to mutually pull away. I took her invitation and if she takes it back I will kill her. Simple as that, I will let her bleed from her throat and bathe in a the ‘demons’ blood. I could still taste that delectable copper on my tongue, allowing the slick pink muscle to roll over my fangs further smearing the blood across the ivory though making it somewhat less noticeable than before. I wanted more lucky for her she was so interesting or else I would have continued. I want to know more about these ‘demons’ that exist, the ones that I feel I am better than. My tail flicks lightly watching as her snarl turned to a smile, but I am not so quick to ease.

I understand her tension, her reason in attempting to strike me but I do not easily forget and I do not wish to be caught unawares. I will keep my distance for a time, my self-preservation above anything else but Anselm’s own life. I would happy die for him any day. If I am a demon as truly believed then he really is the angel. Two sides of one coin, light and darkness. Forever I will shadow him. My golden eye sets on her, not leaving for even a moment as she speaks about how some are more brutal than others, those others being cowards. They sounded like normal wolves, the angels even had those that rather hide in the shadows rather than come out and prove their worth. They were all the same, I wasn’t though. Nor was Anselm.

”They sound like any other wolf then. Your blood tastes no different than the scum I clean the earth of.” Perhaps she would take insult to that. It was not the intention, simply the truth. All blood was the same really. Wolf blood that was. Prey was greatly different though still it could be fun to spill in large quantities and not look like such a monster to the normal eye.

"Ego Melek.""I am called Melek." I say simply, I do not know if I should be passing around my real name so causally, partially to Nakki, however I think it is safer with her than perhaps most in Diveen. Not many know me there, despite that being my birth home. All my family is gone it seems which is good, saves me the trouble of killing them myself. My russet and black form relaxes, white and grey legs straightening slightly so I am once again at my full height. I do not near the female though my ears flick back slightly, white underlined eye glancing in the direction of Iromar. I am beginning to feel that she is trying to recruit me. Unfortunately for her I only have one that I would ever follow.

”Is it true that your kin eats the flesh of others?” I have no interest in their flesh, save for maybe the heart, it is blood that truly captivates me. I wish to know more about the demons and their culture. I have had quite enough angels, I want to see what the demons say they are out of their own maws. Are they just as bad as they angels say they are, or like them, are they just wolves with a fancy title?