She sighed and stepped away from the bars, unfurling her wings and appearing to be thoughtful. She paced a little around as she stretched her wings. "Well. They're just a myth, eh? I find that bullshit, Damien." She walked over towards the torturing equipment. She took a vial of holy water and a syringe. She didn't intend to use it until he really pissed her off, however, she just planned on using it as a intimidation technique. She wouldn't resort to such violence unless necessary. She may be good in battle, but when someone is defenseless against her it doesn't feel right. She has a good moral compass, which as gotten her through many a battle unscathed.

She returned to the bars separating her from Damien. Her smile appeared sweet, but it did not reach her eyes. In her eyes only chilling cold remained. "Darling Demon, I'm very good with holy water. I know exactly where to inject it to which it'll put you in so much agony you faint. Oh, you wouldn't faint quickly. No, it would take you at least a half hour to pass out." She sighed as she eyed the syringe, "I love the sound of the screams of vermin, but this would be so much easier if you'd just [i]talk[/i]. So, if you would go by my advice, what do you know about the relics?"