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((Check his page, he knows a few tricks, Griffon talks a bit shakespear style in this so if you are confused please let me know and I can explain, some are quotes from Macbeth that are rephrased for this))

Griffon turned to the living room. "Speak evil not in my presence, for you burn my ears with your devil's speech. We shall succome to the evilest of deeds but plead innocent to the courts of mind at times but you sir are no god and you know well of it. In the catalogue you may go for god, but you are not sir. But if you think me borne in hand then come into the list and champion me to the utterance!" His voice returned to normal after it raised with the last sentence.

"But nay, you are not a god, nor me one to stand their ground when the Hell's fury of a daemon comes drilling into me. There is one god. There is none but he whose being I do fear." His voice was calm and steady, not acusatory nor defensive. He turned back to Dalliah. "Would you please explain your meaning. I was told my blood would do her well. As well as informed that I were to be her meal. Pardon me for my missunderstanding my lady." He gave her a bow.

"Any human blood would do, I simply chose you at random. Just because I say your a meal does not mean she will kill you, Si doesn't enjoy killing her food." Dalliah nudged her maid.

Si looked up at the man before her, her red eyes blazing with blood lust. She moved close to him, her hand reaching for his neck but not touching. "Please..."

Griffon stepped back and drew sword. "Touch me not!"

"In my home, i am the only God! Your beliefs, whatever they may be, can be cast aside in my home. I am God in this house. I AM the only Judge,the ONLY jury. My word is law in this house. Every perso ,human, demon, angel, a fallen, God or Lucifer himself follow MY will this house!" He roared.
Bael stood up and grabbed Griffons blade, blood running from his palm, down the blade. He lowered Grifs blade and growled "And nobody draws a weapkn in this house. Not even you mortal."

Griffon raised a brow. "You got over here rather quick." He sheathed his sword. "What is it you want from me?"

Dalliah rolled her from on eyes. "It's pretty clear we need you to feed my maid, Si... Must I keep repeating myself?"

Griffon sighed. "Yes. I have been told I am to be drained of blood, eaten, not killed, killed, not killed, drained of blood, and killed." He looked Dalliah in the eyes. "Make up your mind please."

"Any one of those are viable options. So lets shut up before worse things may happen." He growled, annoyed.

Griffon stopped talking and leaned against the table to listen to whatever they want him to shut up for.

"Clearly you are hard of hearing, human. If you make this hard, which you're leaning to, I will have Si kill you. If you just let her drink from you like a good little boy, your life will be spared. Simple enough to grasp, I would think." Dalliah sat on the tables edge.

Si moved to the man again.

He took a step back, pulled up on his cutlass so about a foot of it was out, placed his palm on it, and quickly slid it closed. Blood ran down the hand. "There!" He stuck his hand out. "Do your ungodly act!" He looked away.

Si licked at his palm softly a few minutes, but soon began to drink.

The blood's owner took a deep breath and shuddered. It was a weird and gross feeling.

Bael chuckled as he watched Si feed.

Si's bite made endorphin's enter his body to make any pain leave.

Griffon looked over to Dalliah, avoiding watching the blood draining. "You know how much I am going to feel this later?"

He sighed "Oh poor you."

"I don't see you in the blood donation line," he said it allowed without looking at Bael.

He took his shirt and showed him bite marks on bis chest. "Because i already have."

"I take it she didn't take well to blood of her own kind?"