Snippet #1570129

A surprised look fell down on his face as Bradly watched the gun 'magically' repair itself in the demon's hands, immediately reaching for it as the gun got dropped on his table. "Now that's what I call handy work. I could say I'm in your debt but... I'm not." Little did the demon answer his question, all it said was mortal, demon, warrior of Satan, join, great powers. Okay maybe that was enough information to work with after all. But, before he could respond to its question, the demon turned his attention to one of the girls in the bar, and Bradly could only sigh. Well, at least my weapon is repaired. Looks like a demon is useful for something after all...

Once more Bradly had a surprised look painted on his face as the woman he had seen earlier entered the pub, and he shouted a little to loud. "I knew I wasn't hallucinating!" Surely people would frown at that remark, but whatever, it wasn't like Bradly would care what others thought of him and his actions. After the long silence another figure stepped in the pub, obviously not someone that would fit into the category of demon. But human wasn't what Bradly was looking for either, he would probably learn soon enough, or not. If nothing was going to be discussed or talked about, there was always leaving of course. The only reason Bradly decided to join in the mass was to learn something about well, what looked like the 'supernatural'.