Hope is a subtle glutton, he feeds upon the fair,
And yet, inspected closely, what abstinence is there!
Up to something, now there was a very nicely put phrase, Allister raised an eyebrow at the lowering of weapons, it seemed the rumors about demons helping the chasers were true. Now wasn't that the most annoying thing in the world? Close to it but not quiet. Allister retreated quietly, walking back to where Lexus was, oh they were going to give those chasers and their demon acquaintances hell, quiet literally.
" Hope you are up for a battle, Lexus."
He said casually, glancing around in case of any eavesdroppers.
" Because we need to go start one."
His is the halcyon table, that never seats but one,
And whatsoever is consumed, the same amounts remain.