The Gunsmith's Plan

Plan, Valefar wondered as he waited for whichever demon was currently inside the Gunsmith's personal room. I hope it's a big one, because the world's going get on our tracks pretty soon. 

"You worry too much Val." Silverton spoke as he continued to wait. 

"I ain't worrying, I'm just being cautious." 

"Thanks for not siding with humanity that's for sure…" Silverton looked back at him. "You were still Duke when it happened; demons betraying our own kind for whatever damn reason, and siding with humans just so happens to be one of them."

"I ain't attached, not anymore I suppose, seeing how the crisis is done..."

"Rest assured, there are things that even I could have respect for humanity. Unfortunately you, I and everyone here is a demon, always have been, always will be, we just gotta accept it."

Silverton chuckled. "You know when I was active as a Representative, I met a helluva lot of people after Bright. People during the Old West."