Halbrek's expression of distaste was only slight in regard to Lucifer's comments. He just wanted attention after all and to get a reaction from her that he could likely feed upon. But she had seen the seriousness in his eyes, and knew that he understood why he'd been called here.
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"Thank you for coming," she said politely, moving back from the bowl and standing protectively, or as protectively as she could, beside Castiel.
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"I see you've noticed what's happening here," she said, getting down to business directly as was her way.
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"Do you understand what it means?What is going on? And will you share this so that we may act upon it properly?"
She had phrased her questions carefully, for she knew the way the father of lies operated, even to his own kind. If she was not specific it left him room to play and to weave his web. She felt, true or not, that they didn't have time for such right now or at least that they could not safely afford it. The safety of her own self and of Castiel mattered to her very much, after all. Perhaps more than anything else.
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The nearly static energy of the summoning was fading now that it had been answered, and as its strength faded, she was once again unfortunately able to feel the other energy of this place. The overlaying and underlying taint that could even make a demoness's skin itch. And a demoness of war to boot. She couldn't help reaching up and rubbing at her slim?arms in distaste as the feeling reasserted itself.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat