Bullets have no morals. [1/2]
"My Lord, my family, as slaves of a Specter, knows truths for which the world is not prepared. One of them is that demons slip through the cracks and appear on Earth."
The fear in Vincent's eyes was real, the kind that gives you nightmares and shakes your very soul. For someone accustomed to violence, it must have been quite a spectacle to cause this gangster such a reaction.
"It was hell, my lord. I was just a young boy when it happened. On his way back, the master was almost murdered by the demon."
Vincent, continued to desperately grip my pants, as if it was his lifeline, his words began to slur from how unhinged he had become.
" Th-That, that thing was nothing I had ever seen before. No matter what my family threw at it, nothing worked. Humans were so powerless in the face of such a creature. A monster masquerading as a human."