Closed; It's Sinning Time

[warringly]

[The air is cool and damp in the night. Fog starts to roll in from the woods that surrounds the little truck stop at the edge of a crossroads. The bright light of the sign and gas lights around the station hum as moths flutter and tap against the glass. The tired man parks his little bus in the parking lot beside some truckers, and slowly he makes his way inside the after he throws his cigarette to the ground and steps on it with his boot. Even though he isn't a truck driver, the late night dinner is a welcomed sight for sore eyes. It has been a rough couple of nights and shitty coffee and pancakes have never looked so good.

He takes a seat at the bar. The waitress gives him a tired smile and doesn't even ask if he wants a cup of whatever it is they are brewing. She figures if he is here this late then he is here for a pick me up. He smiled back to her and takes a sip. It's bitter and taste like it's burnt or been on the burner too long, but it's better than being alone in his camper. While he does enjoy being on his own, there are some points where he needs the human interaction, and the chatter of wait staff and truckers playing pool is fine with him.

His hands run through his hair as he places the mug back down. His fingers glide down to his head and the beads of the rosary that hang there. His eyes narrow just slightly as he turns in his seat and crosses his arms. There is a demon here, he knows it. It's the reason he's come here. Of course like any good demon hunter, he is prepared.]

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[warringly]

[Maybe he is. He has only dealt with lesser demons. This one seems like a horse of a different color. But a horse is still a horse even if it smiles pretty and talks too smoothly.

He moves with purpose up and out of the chair. He takes a step and pulls on the demon's arm to carry him with him.]

No unwanted attention, right?

[those were the demon's words. Might we ell use them to get him to move]

[kingsown]

[ He rises easily from his teeth, smile spreading wide as if he's amused by Cullen's eagerness to leave. Best to put on a good show, after all. He steps closer, dropping his voice to little more than a breathless whisper. ]

We could just kill the witnesses.

[ He already knows the answer to his suggestion, he's just waiting see the look of revulsion paint itself over the priest's face. In truth, unnecessary killing isn't his style either. One doesn't keep a low profile by murdering everyone in sight, after all. ]

Alright, I'll play this game your way. Where shall we go?

[warringly]

[His entire body tenses as the demon leans closer and whispers to him. He knows how this looks, but there is little he can do to stop him right now. And a part of him almost liked that he was so close...but that was probably the demon trying to affect him.]

Away from here.

[And he isn't afraid to push him out the door either.]

[kingsown]

That's very non-specific.

[ He whines, pouting all the way to the door. He stays close to the priest, making sure to violate his personal space every step of the way. Something about this holy man who'd had a worldly life appeals to him. He can smell the lingering remnants of that sinful life on his skin. ]

Are you planning to hurt me, Father? You should know I like that.