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Emmyth pretended not to notice Raziel's discomfort and, in fact, leaned forward slightly as if he were hoping to see Raziel fall right out of his seat. "Reeeally? My, how magnanimous of you." Emmyth replied in a tone that was dripping with sarcasm, his smirk portraying his amusement.

Then he leaned back and turned his attention to Cairo, who seemed to have stories of their own to share. "Eat souls?" Emmyth exclaimed with a look of disgust, his upper lip curling in revulsion. "How repulsive..."

With a sly smile, Emmyth feigned ignorance and gently fluffed his hair, "Well, I've never heard of such horrible things. Honestly, it's rather hard to believe," he lied boldly. His aim was to provoke the pair at the bar into regaling him with tales that would disprove his disbelief.

"E-eat souls?"

He thought back to everything he'd been up against in the past. Vampires, Werewolves, Ghouls, Angels, Demons, even Gods. He couldn't think of any right off that actually ate souls, just held them hostage. He shuddered slightly at that thought. He'd experienced it first hand, being held 'hostage' by a powerful supernatural being.

"No...not that I've seen anyway."





"I-i mean....I've....."

He went silent. He'd been through things as a kid that paved the way to who he was now. He'd even sacrificed himself to ensure the safety of his world and in hopes no one would have to experience what he had.

"I've seen things....no one should. I'm just doing my part to try and keep it from happening to anyone else."


I am the chosen
Wretched and divine
I am the unspoken
The one they left behind

Fearless, fight until we die
I am broken
The wretched and divine

"How noble." Emmyth remarked, his eyebrows giving a brief flash as a smirk formed at the corner of his mouth. He then gestured languidly towards the bloody napkin and Raziel's disheveled appearance with his pointer finger, "Is that what all this is about?"

Raziel's freckled cheeks turned a slight shade of pink at that remark. He wasn't exactly quite certain how to feel about the way this person acted. He could tell they were pushing for more information without being direct. 3,000 years locked in The Cage with the Devil tends to tech one how to recognize psychological manipulation and such. Especially with how Satan of Raziel's world was.

The hunter quickly tossed the napkin he'd been holding this entire time in to the garbage. He gave a slight shrug accompanied with a nervous, shy smile.

"Run in with a Rugaru."

He' d continue to munch on his fries because boredom, hus tail was mostly swaying as if it had a mind of its own "mmhm-" he'd mutter as he rubs one of his fingers on the counter, drawing small pictures with his own blood of course, which would be absorbed whenever he was done with the small drawings

(( I feel like something in this sentence is wrong but Im also tired soo-))

Kelly noticed Zero from her seat, "Well, aren't you adorable?" She sipped her drink after she smiled at him.

Emmyth's blinked a few times in confusion at Raziel's words. "Aruga-who?" he repeated, the syllables rolling off his tongue with a hint of incredulity. Clearly, the name meant nothing to him and he'd mistaken the 'a' to be the first letter of a person's name. He furrowed his brows in thought, trying to piece together what Raziel was referring to.

"We'll, I've never heard of such a person," he said finally, his tone dismissive. "Are they a giant like yourself?" He asked as he leaned back in his chair, trying to take in Raziel's full height. Emmyth knew very well that the man was not a giant - he was simply tall - but he refused to allow anyone taller than him to be considered normal height. It was a petty game that he played, a way of asserting his dominance over those around him.

"N-no. Rugaru."

He corrected, though while trying to be polite. He started to fidget with the hem of his flannel overshirt.

"They're like....

He paused, thinking of the best way to describe the beasts.

"a...French version of werewolves."

The hunter eventually settled on. It was the best thing he could think of in the moment.

As for asserting dominance, that wasn't hard with Raz. He may be a formidable hunter, capable of things most humans weren't. If he could be considered human at all, that is. He was pretty timid when it came to social situations.

"Th-they can be pretty big. Kinda underestimated the one I took on..."

Emmyth couldn't help but let out a noise of amusement as he listened to the stranger's tale of a 'French' werewolf. The image of a lupine creature clad in a beret and a striped shirt, carrying a baguette in its mouth, flashed through his mind, causing him to stifle a chuckle.

After taking a long sip of his drink, Emmyth swirled the remaining liquid around in his glass, lost in thought. His curiosity piqued, he leaned forward, his eyes locked on the stranger's face. "Pray tell, how does one defeat such a creature?" he asked, his voice tinged with excitement. He was eager to hear more about this creature and the methods used to vanquish it.

Right outside the bar, was a kid no older than 13-years-old, spray paint cans on his belt and a bandana around his face, his baseball cap turned around backwards.
He shook the spray can and began drawing graffiti on the front of the bar's wall.

"Theres....a few ways. Setting them on fire, decapitation, silver bullets. But the only 'will keep them dead 100% of the time' way is a stake carved outof cypress, dipped in deadman's blood driven directly through the heart."

He pretty much info dumped, speaking a little to fast. At that moment, the next beer he had ordered appeared on the counter next to him. Which he would quickly open and take a large swig. His leg was bouncing of its own according at this point, a result if his anxiety.

A rat stepped out the shadows, he had a pretty much large hole in his stomach. And then he said this finally.

"Maybe bashing their skull in by a ceiling light or a baseball bat?"

The little rat said, as he is definitely thinking of those right now. Because you see, this rat's out for revenge on a certain human. There's no stopping him until the certain someone is dead.

The hissing of a spray paint can could be heard loudly outside of the window of the bar... Maybe someone should check that out?

Insert the little rat just opening the window, until seeing D.D. He had no idea what the hell was going on. But ey, somethin must be done.

"Ay-"

D.D. saw the strange, half-dead rat and fell back, screaming and dropping the spray can. D.D. grabbed his spray can, fumbled it and coughed because his face was uncovered and he accidentally inhaled the spray paint fumes.

Wheezing, he asked; "What the hell are you, freaky dude?!" He asked, putting his baseball hat on the correct way.

"A dead zombie rat. What else am i suppose to look like? A clown?" Mad Rat said, as he just crosses his arms and just stares at him. He's not angry, but he's staring in a "bruh" way.

D.D. looked around and stifled another scream.
"You mean you're like one of those brain-eatin'zombies from like those horror films?!" He looked at the rat with panicked eyes.

"Don't eat my brain, man! I don't want any trouble!" He said, then noticed he was holding the spray can and he threw it away into the woods. "Really!"

D.D. sighed in-relief, "So you're not gonna eat my brain. That's groovy." He took his baseball hat off, ran his hands through his curly brown hair and put his hat back on. "Well, nice to meet you in that case!" He held his hand out for a handshake, "Name's Daniel Dickens, but just call me D.D." He grinned, his front teeth seeming to be missing.