@MoreThanAWitch > chair next to her. He waved to the bartender, ordering them both something to drink before sitting back.
He hasn’t met many witches before, but he didn’t think he’d have such a bad effect on one. She must be really powerful.
“My name is Cain, I’m a demon. And I >
@MoreThanAWitch > her no harm. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
She knew what he was, she must have. His brand of darkness was easily recognized. It was pure black, the heart of all other things evil. She would have easily detected it.
“Sit down, let me buy you a drink.”
@MoreThanAWitch > she was the witch he was looking for.
He slid out of his seat, walking over to her. She looked like she was going to faint, or be sick. He wasn’t really prepared for either possibility.
“Take it easy,” he said, holding out his hands in front of him to show that he meant >
> story entirely.
Cain wandered into one of the bars, jazz music blasting from every corner. He sat down, ordering a glass of whisky. Now he would just wait and see if one of the Mikaelsons came to find him.
> presence cast a dark shadow where ever he went.
He wandered around the quarter, taking in the sights, the shops and the smells. Vampires and werewolves were most prominent in NOLA, angels and demons tended not to mix with the lower classes. Witches were another >