#monsterxlayer

There he was. That man, who ruined her day, and then later, her sleep that night. In the cold chill of the night, she stood at her cabin's porch, wearing a crop top and her shorts all wrapped around her beige robe. Delia's anger burned with a mixture of betrayal, resentment, and a fear of being hunted.

The demoness turned to face Killian, her eyes narrowed with a mix of anger and pain. She took a step back, creating a distance between them, her voice tinged with a hint of defiance. "So, this is what it boils down to, Killian? You, a hunter, turning against someone you claimed to want to learn about, because of what I am?"

Her voice wavered with a blend of hurt and indignation, her emotions raw and exposed. Delia's pale hands clenched at her sides, her demonic nature almost palpable in the tension that filled the air.

"Understand that I am more than the labels you assign," she continued, her voice growing stronger. "I trusted you, Killian, a stranger I decided to give the benefit of the doubt, and you used that trust in attempts to hunt me down. How could you have betrayed me like this?"

Snake Eyes was a feast for the senses.

When she was alive, Nancy wouldn't be caught dead near a place like this. Not because she disagreed with anything going on inside (though, if she knew then what she knows now, she certainly wouldn't have approved of it) but because she didn't think a girl like her—meek and mousy and not much to look at—had much place in a nightclub. A strip club, if you wanted to be crude.

But she had to come into her own skin. Her new skin. This was her new life as a succubus and she needed to learn about it if she wanted to survive, as her coworkers (and fellow succubi) advised her. Dressed in a coquettish yellow dress and her hair done up in perfect scarlet curls, she headed out of the back room and onto the floor, scanning the room for unoccupied "clients."

Then she saw him.

Biting her lip, she did her set of checks she'd been told to do before finding a client. First, make sure they weren't taken by anyone. Second, make sure they weren't law enforcement. And third... shoot, she forgot third. Nancy approached the gentleman, a shy smile on her face.

"Scared?"

"Heavens no. He got himself too drunk and passed out at a nest party and only survived off sheer dumb luck. That doesn't exactly impress the idea that he'd be better at me in the game of deceit. As far as my plans for him go-.. Well, I have enemies, he wants to get paid to kill monsters, and I have very deep pockets. There can be arrangements made."

@monsterxlayer //

"He's not an enemy. Not mine, anyways. Not yet."

"Even if he is, holding hands is the least I've done with an enemy. Ask another stupid question and I'll kiss him just to bother you."