[[ Right? ^^ The true story, however, it defiantly far form pleasant. Dx ]]
Courtney studied the apartment when they arrived to it, as if looking for any sign of a threat. She had grown up being taught to search for threats everywhere she went because of the immortals. Once she seemed to to decide that there were none, she moved herself so she was sitting on the arm of the couch. She looked towards Sandra and Ryan, with slightly confusion, they spoke of Aleron as if they expected her to know who he was. "Aleron is your.. immortal?" She guessed glancing between them.
Her gaze settled on Sandra when she spoke. "No, no thank you. I should be alright." She responded, and then jabbed her thumb at Damion. "And he'll find his way to the kitchen on his own when he wakes up. Trust me." She told her, with the small laugh. Damion, being your classic teenage boy, will eat nearly anything you give him.
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Saraphina nodded, and stretched her pale wings out, and followed after Aleron. She, however, kept her crisp white long bow clasped in one of her hands, clearly she still felt that was threat was still hanging around. There was never any telling with Nero. Sometimes he'd say that he would leave, but within seconds he would show up again, knowing that your guard was dropped and kill. He was a persistent demon and usually got what he wanted.
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Nero's eyes snapped open, and he looked towards the two demons, his eyes narrowing into a glare. "An angel's magic is only of use, if you severe it's wings well still living." He responded curtly. "The angel would've been as good as dead, and my business would be done if it wasn't for her little friend that decided to show up. I can't say that I'm the definition of a fast healer when it comes to wound inflicted upon me by other immortals." He added on. "Now, what is it you two want?"