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The Room

*Lecter stops as the grenade gets pulled out and frowns at the figure*
Lecter: Don't threaten me with Hell. I know what is there, and you're nothing like it.
*The Devil Hunter extends his arms in either direction, shaking his head as well*
Lecter: What happens next? Throw the grenade and you die.

The Room

*Lecter angles the blade to block the shot, relying on its demonic power to take the blow*

*Karma watches the skirmish with amusement, enjoying each kill that John gets*

The Room

Lecter: Phsyically is a different matter.
*Lecter dashes out from behind a tree, firing the rest of his magazine while trying to get close enough to use his blade*

*Karma watches John fight the figures while perched on a high point*

The Room

*Lecter moves as a blur of gray as the figure pulls the trigger, and makes a noise that's a mix of a chuckle and a demonic hiss*
Lecter: I don't ask for fear.
*The Devil Hunter draws his pistol and snaps off a few rounds at the figure*

*Karma shivers at the prospect of bloodshed near her, already lusting for the chance to eat*
Destroy them, John.

The Room

*Lecter doesn't flinch at having a gun aimed at him*
Lecter: That I might have to make an exception on who and what I kill. Wouldn't be the first time something other than a Devil died by my hand.

*Karma watches John grab his gun and nods to herself*
*She flies off, satisfied with her work*

The Room

*Lecter shrugs*
Lecter: Doesn't seem like he deserves to die.
*The Devil Hunter sighs*
Lecter: And now you've put me in a pinch. I can help a girl kill a Devil that's been plaguing her, or I can help save a man's life.

*Karma lands on the counter of the bar, looking John in the eyes*
Soldiers. Arm yourself.
*The familiar is annoyed that she's being used as a message sender, instead of having a chance to finish her fight with the werelords for harming her*

The Room

*Lecter grimaces at the question*
Lecter: Morally or physically, each gives you a different answer. I protect humans from Devils, and will put my own life aside to save others. I would consider myself very human. More human than many trueblooded ones.
*The Devil Hunter sighs*
Lecter: Do you intend to kill him?

*Karma eventually reaches the bar and spots John*
Danger, approaching from the woods.
*The voice comes from the back of John's mind, a feminine sound that is no louder than a whisper*

The Room

*Lecter stares blankly at the figure*
Lecter: Creatures from Hell. Mundus was their king, before a Devil Hunter killed him.

*Karma cocks her head at Iris before flying off in search of John*

The Room

*Lecter frowns at the figure*
Lecter: I hunt Devils. Get money for it, too. And by retrieve, do you want to kill this traitor in the process?

*Karma hisses again*
I decide what is and isn't relevant, mortal.

*Lecter sighs*
Lecter: Go home.
*Karma frowns at Lecter as she disappears into smoke, unable to resist his orders*
*The familiar reappears in the main room, now as her bird form again, and looks around*

The Room

*Lecter shrugs, and frowns at the figures disappearing*
Lecter: I am a Devil Hunter. Now, what do you intend to do with him?
*Karma watches the figures walk off and hisses slightly*
Do you have names?