[center][h1][color=ebebd2]Martin[/color] & [color=crimson]Nessa[/color][/h1][/center]
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West Commons - The Pale Horse
8:15 PM.
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It had taken Martin a little bit to recover from the magical stupor the the Succubi had placed upon him. And, with his luck, as soon as he got over it she returned, refiling his drink. One of her bat like wings wrapped around his shoulder and she slid into the stool next to him. His eyes turned to watch her. He wasn't feeling entranced for once, and he knew that she could tell. Her body language was less flirty and more serious. Her face had a fierce smirk to it rather than an inviting smile. He took off his hat and lifted it a few inches above his scalp before placing it back down. He smiled and so did she.

[color=crimson]"Sorry about that earlier, it's part of the job. I'm on break now."[/color] Nessa explained, dropping her wing from his shoulder and folding it against her back again. [color=crimson]"So, what's new?[/color]" She questioned, crossing her legs and leaning against the bar. Martin hummed and reached into his coat, pulling out his new badge. [color=ededb2]"I was made a Hand today!"[/color] he just about exclaimed. Nessa looked at the badge, then to him and then to the badge again and squealed, grabbing Martin in a hug. [color=crimson]"Congratulations hun!"[/color] she said. Nessa had, for a long time, wanted to become a Hand. Martin had shared the same opinion on the matter but was quieter about it. He felt he was less deserving of it gratification.

The night after was a blur. Nessa eventually got Martin as buzzed as she could and when she got off work helped him home. It wasn't until she got him in bed did she feel a pang. Demons always felt it when something bad was about to happen.

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Nessa slept on the couch to make sure Martin was alright, as she didn't trust him alone after she felt whatever IT was. She was right however, as soon as he stumbled into the living room, the announcement ran out. Their eyes met.

They both knew Martin wouldn't fight. But he sure as hell could care for the wounded. Even more so with her help.