The bartender had just set down her glass of red wine when the demon settled in the suddenly empty area next to her. Camael sneered in disgust and did little to try and hide it from her current company. She felt the pull intensify, but sending a silent prayer above seemed to deliver her from its clutches. The Creator was watching over her battle, and Camael was certain she would not fail Him.

And when the demon spoke, Camael felt the anger bubble up like a volcano awaiting a signal to erupt. "Such folly," she gasped. "The Father has never once failed. It is them that have failed Him." She was letting her disappointment towards men show once more, and she needed to reel it in. She lifted the glass to her lips, preparing for a calming sip, her eyes never omce leaving the danger before her. She felt the warm liquid slide down her throat and strength return to her being. "Leave now, scoundrel," the power in her voice returned and she bristled. She was prepared should things come to blows.