| Malcolm | White-eyed demon | June |
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Malcolm blinked at the purple-haired woman. "Well.." He muttered, catching up to her. His pale cheek had a cut through it, blood seeping out, but he didn't feel the pain much. Along with that, a thin pale line of blood was stained on his chin, him wiping it off not enough. "I'm really sorry. We were supposed to show you the boy, you trade your life for his, yada yada yada." His smile didn't falter; though he seemed a bit upset from the demon who attacked him. "It didn't go so well, uhm, you ran, and something happened with one of my other demons." At the mention of this, most of his group tensed, like they knew something about it. His eyebrows furrowed, and he called Jere over. Jere leaned in, as close to his ear as comfortable. "Um, Sir, Crowley has sent us out for your, uh.. a bounty, to simplify it. We weren't going to tell you." Malcolm did not expect this; he expected that other demon just hated him. Anger rose like wildfire through his very being. His hand tightened on the angel blade, barely restricting himself from killing another of his 'friends'. "Dammit.." He muttered, his smile finally faltering. Fear flashed in his eyes, for when it came to orders, demons would do basically anything to fulfill it, even at the cost of their lives. He didn't want to bother with the girl anymore. "We'll talk later.." He muttered to the regular demon. "Everyone! Let the damn girl go. Just go for a second. " The demons threw the woman to the ground - it was probably painful - and scuttled off like little cockroaches. His eyes flicked to white, and he got ready to flee.
