Steph felt her anger bubble slightly before she breathed out. Turning away slowly, not acknowledging Stuart as she looked at the ground.
"I... Hoped you were better than the others I had come across Mike." She started as she tucked her hands in her pockets and closed her eyes, feeling the tears drip from her eyes. "It was nice being your friend while it lasted I guess; as it seems they've made you unable to look past the fact I'm a demon." She turned towards the exit, glancing to Mike once more before she shot a look towards Stuart.
"There are cases of good demons." She started, almost with a tone of malice, "Its' a shame that you'd never let them live to show the world otherwise."

She walked off towards her room, keeping her head down as she did so. She felt her body tense, she closed her eyes as she walked along.
It... Hadn't been too long ago since they went out for lunch, how they had been getting along, how no one cared about her being a fucking demon.
Of course that's all she was now. Nothing else.
She got to her room and looked up to the tagged door; normally it would have made her mad, the saying 'go back to hell' and 'demon slut' could have had some sort of stab to her... But she stopped caring.

She pushed the door open to see the mess inside her room. The tears had started as she left the library, but now there was nothing. She closed her door and looked at the slurs on her wall, the mess on the ground and the small broken statue.
She moved to sit down by the broken statue and slowly picked up the pieces, she felt the sharp edges stab into her and tear her skin, but she continued to put them up onto her coffee table and looked at them without emotion.
"I'm sorry." She uttered into no one particular, moving to grab a bit of paper and some tape as she wrote a note to put on her door. She taped it to the door as she turned her phone off, taking the battery out so the alarm wouldn't continue.
As she stepped back inside her room, she moved a chair up against the door handle so it couldn't be easily opened from the outside.

Steph felt like all the happiness had been drained from her existence, not even the thought of potentially seeing Benjamin helped. She closed her windows with the bolt, and closed the curtains as she moved to sit on her bed with her head against the wall. She stared at the other side of the room, the tears started again, but silently.
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Gaia circled around the area and moved to land on top of the building as she fanned her wings out. Her eyes narrowed as she thought she smelt someone familiar. She let out a low grumble before she slipped down to the ground and tucked her wings away, she felt more relaxed than she had been earlier, but was unsure why.
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Jase stared at his hands and feet as they drove back, things flooding through his mind quietly. He occasionally looked over to Carl to make sure he was still breathing, often letting out a gentle sigh when he saw that the Angel was.