“And why do you believe in that?”
“Well I read it somewhere I suppose. Why does any of this matter anyway? The sky is the sky, whether it changes colour or not is irrelevant.”
Amelia really laughed this time. Seeing the demons kill themselves with their tales was too hilarious. Who wouldn’t laugh at this? The fae was too busy cackling away whilst holding her stomach that she hadn’t noticed a Ravener sneaking up behind her, its tail ready to pounce on her. Now, this one was a lot less stupid than its comrades.
Gerard joined in laughing at the demons until he spotted the demon crawling up behind the fae grabbing a broken arrow from the fall and chucked it straight at the demon. It didn’t die but it staggered back in pain.
“And you seem very calm.” She couldn’t believe they were conversing as though the Institute wasn’t under attack by hundreds of demons and they both weren’t busy fighting off Ravener demons around them. Oddly enough, she liked how his incredibly cool and collective aura had rubbed off on her as well.
“I don’t see any reason to panic.” He replied happily ripping the Raveners apart. “Raveners are quite stupid.” His point emphasised by a couple of the demons stabbing themselves.
Gerard seemed to be on the verge of maniacally cackling whilst massacring the demons. “You know, you look like a psycho killer right now,” said the fae as she shot a demon right behind the man. It burst into bright orange ashes. Weird.
“Never been called a psycho before. Serial killer, sure but I’m a vampire. It’s an occupational hazard."