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Started March 02, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

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Oliver watched Zane rush past him and he frowned.

Chrisy sighs.

"Stop." she commands. Her voice was not kind, or happy. It was commanding, a voice calculated to literally force Zane to comply.

Zane pauses, looking at her. “What do you want?” He mutters.

"You will come back and sit down at this table until I am done talking." she says, her voice the exact same tone she'd used when she'd commanded him to stop.

He huffs, crossing his arms.

Chrisy does the exact eyebrow raise you'd expect from an annoyed mother.

"Zane." she says. "I won't ask you again."

He narrows his eyes at her, then turns and starts to walk away again.

Chrisy phases into existance in front of Zane, her wings extended to their full 14 foot length.

"I sai, sit back down." she growls, whipping the man back into his chair with a careless movement of her hand.

He yelps, staring at her in shock. “THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!”

"Look, I know your goal. I saw it in your eyes. You want to try and save the world, kid. Well, there's me, Oliver and Hex to help you out with that. But now that you have people to help, you're suddenly scared for your life and trying to run." she sighs, her wings furling back up again.

He huffs, rolling his eyes. “Can you just leave me be?” He snaps.

"No." she says shortly.

He growls, standing.

An invisible force pushes Zane back down again; Chrisy doesn't bat an eye.

"Look, kid. Either you let us - me - help, or you die alone trying to save everyone yourself."

He huffs, “I work alone.” He snaps.

Chrisy raises an eyebrow.

"Because you want to, or because nobody wants to work with a trans man?"

He stiffens. “I- im not-!” He growls.

"Please. I could tell as soon as I saw you. I don't miss any details. Your chest, for instance, still has a bit of substance to it - not much, but more than a man your body type should have. Plus the way you sit. Any normal man would be uncomfortable. Not you." she sighs. "So yeah, I know your trans. Do I care? Hell no. I'm a demon, after all."

He seemed to shrink slightly, covering his chest with his crossed arms.

"Again, not judging- no normal human would possibly notice. I'm not normal, though. So was I right? Is it because you're trans?" she asks softly.

He stands and rushes out, not saying another word.

Chrisy sighs.

"Well shit. I may have gone a bit too far." she mutters. "God damn it, I hate being a demon. . ."

Oliver stood, watching the scene. "Uh. What the heck was that all about??" gestures to the door and back to Chrisy

Chrisy looks over.

"That was my eyesight being a dick again." she sighs.

"Hmm."

He pauses.

"Why did you call me over to you?"