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Jaye raised an eyebrow in question at the Daemon's words. A fight? Sounds interesting. . .to say the least. "What could possibly threaten angels and demons alike?" And just as she asked him, the coffee shop's doors opened and in stepped a man. A man who looked exactly like Mark. She stared at him, confused as to why he had come back. "Back already?"

Mikael sighs."Start sensing people's Auma, girl. That isn't the same guy." Mikael taps his chin."Simply put enough t could be humans...they certainly don't mind trying to kill me....or corruption from another realm"

Brandon gives his attention to the girl who asked him if he returned. He gave her a weird look. "I just walked in here, sunshine." Brandon says as he looks away trying to listen in and get an idea on what they are talking about. Humans trying to kill demons and angels? Brandon asks himself. Probably just some hoax; everyone knows that demons and angels don't exist. He thinks to himself with a lot of sarcasm.

Daemyxih walked into the coffee shop, wondering why it seemed so popular amongst other demons and the angels. The moment she arrived she could sense how many others there truly were in the shop. She tried her best to ignore it, instead walking up to the counter to place her order.

Brandon notices a different demon girl walking. Perfect, another one. He thinks to himself wondering if there is some kind of a conspiracy going on.

Green gulped down his whisky, then placed his right hand flat on the counter. His eyes began to spin like they were slots behind his round sunglasses. They landed on a picture of a penny. The palm of his hand opened up like a door, and a stream of pennies flowed out. Approximatly 24247 pennies flowed out on the counter. "I think this is payment enough for the whisky, plus me takin a doggy bag with me" Smiled Green. "A doggy bag?" Asked the bartender confused. Green just smiled and his eyes began rolling again, then landing on a tentacle with a hand on it. Green reached forward and his arm elongated grabbing the same whisky bottle the man had poured from. The bartender and the patrons were baffled by what Green did. Green just tipped his bowler hat, then left with cane in one hand and bottle in the other. The wooden floor raised, as Green left, his enourmous weight not weighing down on it. The bartender were without words, same the patrons. Green took a swig and walked down the street, the concrete cracking under his feet.

This isn't the same guy? Jaye looked at the demon who had just entered, and noticed how he in fact seemed different to Mark. His posture, stance. . . The man had turned his attention towards her, giving her a weird look and stating that he had just came in. Yep, wrong guy. But she couldn't shake the fact that this man and Mark looked exactly alike. Perhaps twins? Mark did mention of a brother.

The daemon's words also struck Jaye with surprise. Humans as a threat to both demon and angel? Now that is new. The coffee shop once again opened, and Jaye looked to see a girl walk in. Surprise, another demon, she thought to herself. Suddenly her favourite coffee shop in the entire city was famous among demons, and even daemons. Jaye had yet to see an angel come in, or perhaps a different species entirely.

Brandon is little disappointed in no response from the girl he called sunshine, which to him just means nothing. He typically doesn't flirt with girls for the purpose of his sexuality of being gay. He shakes it off and just goes back to ignoring everyone hoping that this is not some kind of calling for demons to come together to fight angels again.