#seraphina01

   “...I do not like you.”

Though it was a statement, it also sounded almost like a decision on Dettlaff’s part, one he had to think about before finally coming to. He had no true gripe against monsters, not even those of the demonic variety, such as succubi or chorts. Monsters were honest, direct. 

This girl, though...something about her unsettled him.

Though he remained in human form, his piercing blue eyes stared at her, unblinking, even as his nose scrunched slightly in distaste. She smelled unnatural. Less like blood and dirt and more like things he could not explain.