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The slayer stares down at her, his combat shotgun in one hand. He didn’t trust her being that she was a demon, he pumped the shotgun just in case he needed to put her down.

The slayer got closer before stopping when he heard words “ . . . “ slowly he brought out his wrist blade and sliced into the bed, showing that he wasn’t playing around

Seeing this the slayers attitude changed, it was clear she was no threat. Instead he picked her up and placed her back on her bed, he’d look at the rip his blade had made on the bed and tried to cover it up with a blanket.

The slayer sat at the bottom of the bed, putting his gun on the ground, he wasn’t sure what to do at this point, he wasn’t exactly a conversationalist.

The slayer shrugged, he had come out of sheer instinct to kill demons

“The Longer The Icon of Sin Is on Earth, The Stronger It Will Become” The slayer doesn’t like THIS future.

. . . ?

The slayer stared down at her, despite her being a demon he could tell something was different, these demons where nothing like the ones he was use to. He shook his head no, but this wouldn’t mean he would drop his guard.

He shook his head no to the vacation and shook it again for being dead. He did pull out a picture and held it up, he pointed at it, he was looking for the person in the photo, the person in question was the Helltaker.

The slayer continued to stare before suddenly he lifted his hand and patted the judgement demons head. She may have been someone who judged but the slayer has judged her Innocent.

He continued to rub the female demons head. The slayer didn’t quite understand why she was like this, though he figured if she stayed like this then everything would be fine.

The slayer sighed as he dropped the picture and stared at the female demon, he’d gently pat her head before turning around.

The slayer didn’t understand this and continued to rub her head, eventually rubbing her horns as well, he figured that her sounds meant she liked this.

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The slayer stared at the witch, he was unsure if she was friend or foe, however despite bringing up her ass the slayer didn’t look once, he wasn’t interested in things like that.

Should we like... match?