Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130604074342/@comment-933831-20130608182536

Caccia let her telepathy speak in their minds, walking back over and picking up her helmet. Should she tell them? Eh, why not? If needed, she could always just slaughter them after this whole endeaver. After all, these were just measly humans, when a blade in the chest is indeed a deathblow.

"I'm a demon. But before you run off to find your torches and pitchforks, know that not all of demonkind is evil, and I just want to find my head." She continued walking into the next room, setting the helmet just right. "Specifically, I'm pride demon nobility, but I doubt you people even have an inkling of an idea about demonic hierarchy."