[The keys in his hand feel like victory, like being given a flaming sword to slay his enemies. He smirks, but it's a feral, beastly thing, and he tucked them safely into his pocket. He leaned forward to give the cab driver the priest's address, before turning to assess Chikusa Kakimoto smartly. His eyes, at least, are fading back into their fake blue, and when he smiles, this time it is closer to normal. But it still promises malice and destruction.
Nigella... It isn't a name he knew, but it wouldn't matter. In a few hours, its very existence would be wiped from every imaginable plane.]
If I don't, will I be rewarded?
[Slaying demons was all well and fine, but doing good deeds in his natural state would be irritating to him all over again. Perhaps it would be worse, since now he was so susceptible to sensation, having given himself over to a mortal vessel for quite some time.]
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Nigella... It isn't a name he knew, but it wouldn't matter. In a few hours, its very existence would be wiped from every imaginable plane.]
If I don't, will I be rewarded?
[Slaying demons was all well and fine, but doing good deeds in his natural state would be irritating to him all over again. Perhaps it would be worse, since now he was so susceptible to sensation, having given himself over to a mortal vessel for quite some time.]