Shall I Show You The Door...or Would

What Are You? (a Daimon) Oh Please, Let Me Give You The Job Description. Me, Dark-hunter. You, Daimon. I Hit, You Bleed. I Kill, You Die. (zarek)

I’ve Even Delivered A Few Of Their Babies. (wulf) Really? (cassandra) Oh, Yeah. You Have To Love The Days Before Modern Roads, And Hospitals When I Was Up To My Elbows In Placenta. (wulf)

Adron! Don’t You Hurt Him. (kiara) I’m Not Going To Hurt Him, Mom. I’m Going To Kill Him. (young Adron)

Talon Glanced Wistfully At His Drink As He Debated What Should Take Priority. 'coffee... Daimons... Coffee... Daimons...

Without A Word Or Hesitation, Pain Took The Mop From Nick. Suffering Moved To Pick Up Glass. "wow. Where Have You Two Been All My Life?" Pain Quirked And Eyebrow As He Mopped The Floor. "walking Hand In Hand With You. Haven't You Noticed?