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DAEMON!!?

Bzzt! Well, shucks. Beggin’ your pardon, pretty, little lady, I didn’ see you there.

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fcKIN VANPIRES

  If she only knew. If she only knew just who had truly neutralized her, then perhaps-- Perhaps she wouldn’t be acting so kindly upon that couch of his where she rested.

   One of her own personal assistants had struck her right in the back, plunged a large set of claws right through her, twisting and turning her insides with sharp talons to steal her consciousness right out of her. Yes, the look of shock on her face that mingled with the expression of pain, he could have only imagined how beautiful that looked upon such a gentle, sweet face such as hers.  The Queen had fallen right at his feet, lifeless and limp.

   Then another stepped in, knelt down right in front of her, and got straight to work. It’d have only been mere moments after they were finished re-configuring her that Bob himself would have added the finishing touch--

   A fate worse than deletion, really.

   With the help of another particular virus to serve as distraction, it was only natural that when the one idiotic guardian’s attention was stolen to the newest threat once Daemon herself was neutralized.

   Lingering right in front of the couch, he only gives a slow, gentle nod in response. Both hands behind his back. His chest out. Broad shoulders rather relaxed.

  Yes, he was content with her assumption.