Snippet #1773581

"That demon called you Dragomira and you're how old? Something's not right! Explain yourself Mira!!!" Caleb said. "I thought we were like Soul and Maka. Apparently not." "Well I guess the cat is out of the box. Well Caleb, would you ever think I would tell anyone I was this city's only demoneater? It is very dangerous for me to even tell a friend. Who knows how people react to it. I already had an encounter with a demon hunter before who didnt know the difference between a demon and a demoneater. I tried to talk some sense into him but I was ignored and I didnt want to kill him. My full name is Dragomira Amalberger. I am a demoneater and one of the eldest demoneaters. It is true what my grandson says, I am neither 22 nor 420. I am well over 3000 but have forgotten my own exact age. Go ahead and try to kill me now. But keep in mind that I have done nothing to deserve death. I dont kill demons who kill bad humans and spare the innocent. The demon hunters have ignored our thousand year old pact. We offered the humans protection over 1000 years ago while in turn we get to feed on the demon population with a couple exceptions. But after the demon hunters came to be, our people had to move out of Europe since the demon hunters were killing our source of food and sometimes even attacked us." Mira said. Then Felice said: "Grandma calm down. We dont know yet if the guy will hate you for keeping a secret from him."