Lilith's face contorted at the word 'demon'-and that she shared her name with one made her feel disgusted!
"George. I can do this. On. My. Own. But I swear to god, if you're just going to let a fucking demon out over here, then you're kind of forcing my hand, are you not?"
"You won't be able to send him back to Hell, Lilith," George responds.
(Sorry that it took me a while to get back to this…. Life and whatnot.)
(It's fine!)
"I know that! I just don't want to be a god-damned babysitter." Lilith sighed, shaking her head. Looking back up at William-or, rather, the thing that George named William, she spoke. "Okay, look. Without even knowing you, I already despise you, and that's a great start. So, if I'm going to 'babysit you,'" she shot a glare at George, "we have to have a few rules. That includes not killing me and not killing everyone. Okay?"
William scoffs at her whilst glaring at the same time. "I play by my own rules, sweetheart. Plus I highly doubt that you'd be capable of stopping me."
(I'm going to be taking a break for a while, if that's alright. I don't mean I don't like this rp-I do, but I just need some time off. Also, sorry for the shorter response.)
"Yeah, right. I'd like to see you try." Lilith crossed her arms, knowing that she was being too bold, especially in front of a demon.
(I understand, and the short response is fine.)
“I think your attitude needs adjusting, and I know just how to do it.” William raised his hand ready to snap his fingers.
“None of that, or I’ll send you back to hell, William,” George warned as he attempted to put distance between the two.
“You wouldn’t,” William snarled. “That would violate our deal, and believe me, I won’t stay in hell for long before I claw my way out to kill you, old man!”
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(Ah! Sorry! I'm back and alive and somewhat stable! Let's get into the mysterious world of demons and magic and strong grudges!)
Lilith's hand jumps to her side, only to grab air. Lilith had left her dagger in her room, but she pretended she had it, anyway.
"There will be no killing of George or of me, got it? You agreed to help George, and we," Lilith moved her head side to side, debating something, "happen to agree to have relative goals. So, keeping that in mind, I'll tolerate you. For now."
“Since we're gonna be working with each other, I might as well see if you're capable of offensive and defensive maneuvers," William states as he walked into a large room that was supposed to be a dining room. George happened to be rich, so they lived in a mansion. William had turned the dining room into a gym and sparring area. George had a boxing ring in there, and William stepped into it.
(Sorry to have not responded in a while-and I respect your opinion if you'd want to stop this thread, but I hope we could continue. Pardon my response, I'm having a case of writer's block at the moment.)
"Couldn't have said it better myself," Lilith smiled competitively, hoisting herself up into the boxing ring. "If you go easy on me, 'just because I'm a girl'" Lilith put up quotation marks, "I will gladly rip your throat out."