Her eyes widen. "Aaahhh…"
Yes, he does tend to have that effect on some.
"The game is over. The jig is up. And the faster you tell me how you got this stuff and who your sponsor is, the faster I can start helping you deal with the consequences. Demons do not use the American legal system. And most magicians who deal with demons try to avoid leaving loose ends."
Heh, inadvertently settling this current argument in-thread.
"Who are you to tell me what to do with my soul? Angel tries to kill you last month!"
Unless she speaks very poor English, this would be '
Angels tried'?
"We came to terms. But if a demons has a connection to your soul...
"We came to terms. But if
a demon has a connection to your soul...
Its one of the reasons why magicians...
It's one of the reasons why magicians...
(assuming he said 'it is' here?)
She starts breathing rapidly, her eyes widening as she starts to panic.
Oh, my. Quite the reaction.
I nod. "That's what I'm here for. So…" I look around the kitchen. "Why don't you have a sit down,-" I step forward, gently take hold of her forearms and direct her to one of the kitchen chairs. "-I'll make some tea, and you can tell me all about it."
How very British of you.
"Some… Some girl, I never got her name, sold me… Sold me some Hell Juice a few years ago. Said it would… Help with business."
Hmm... A younger Linda, possibly?
"I bough… A few doses, but I guess…
"I
bought… A few doses, but I guess…
"The book had a lot of descriptions in it, but… Fawcett City happened and I… Didn't want to try anything dangerous."
Very sensible...
"Okay, I'm going to need to see the book, your ritual space… Everything you've got, so I can work out how big a hole you've dug for yourself."
And whether she can stay out of the
bigger hole. The one with flames and so on...
"What if..? What if it wasn't a regular succubus?"
Oh boy...