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"Wish I could go back to being a normal human sometimes, being a hunter definitely has his disadvantages...then again If I quit, then that's one less person out there trying to help others...heh...first a cop, then a PI, and now this...wonder what next...a surgeon?" He chuckled slightly at the thought "Nah...Id problely misplace a few organs."

Cynder stabbed with her other hand, stabbing the long blade at Lucifer. She didn't even wince when he clutched her arm. "Why thank you. The poison is paralyzing... It makes your muscles unable to move. You topple over, then you cannot see, hear or speak. You lose everything, including your life! It was not enough to end your life, but enough to paralyze your limbs." she hissed coldly. A cynical smile crossed her face. "What is refraining you from killing me, Sir Lucifer?" her voice became filled with malice.

"Twenty nine." He said with a slight laugh "I mean Im not that old...just been around the block abit myself...of course doc says Im fit like someone who's in their early, not late twenties...hell he almost acted like it was a crime to care about your body..." He paused for a moment and then asked "Why do you ask anyway? I mean, its not like I can ask you without getting a slap across my face right?" He grinned "Learned that tip in my years...just dont make me guss, I shoot too low or too high it seems..."

He shrugged "I really never bothered to learn much about your kind to be honest...really werewolves were what introduced me to this...I was on a case involving the Chicago families and I Was on the inside...then this guy walked into the building, and he utterly ripped the place apart...Constantly changing his shape from a human with claws to a full wolf...he saved me for last I Think...knowing I really wasn't part of the family...Luckily I was in the kitchen at the time and they had real silverware..." Deon then chuckled slightly to himself. "I was fired from my job the next day, the mansion was blow to hell in some sort of twisted cover up, and then over the next few months I had to deal with a few random lycan attacks on my being...then I meant some people and got abit more actively involved...heh...its a wonder I didn't start to howl at the moon myself from all the contact Ive had...what about you? Whats your story with all of this?"

Layna thought for a moment. "My father was a full-blood, but my mother was human. He changed me when I was six. When I lived in Denali, vampires and Lycans actually coexisted peacefully, not like here." She sighed. "My mother was killed, and then Iran away. I came here. My father died two weeks ago." She said.


((I've gotta get off for a bit, I hope I'll be back. It's starting to storm again))

Cynder cursed and twisted. She spun out of Lucifer's grasp, and muttered an incantation. The wounds on her arm and neck sealed up. "Do not anger me!" she hissed coldly.

Lucifer spat to the side.
"You know," He began, "You're no fun at all..." His smile returning, he was being playful again. Lucifer placed his hand on the sword wound he had recieved, getting his fingers covered in his own blood. He took his hand out and let the blood drip off of his fingers.