Snippet #1660467

Helena glared at the boy. he was obviously stupid. Did he not realize she was dead serious? she thought back to her time on the streets and realized she would have been skeptical of that sort of introduction herself. she sighed, still settling on disliking the kid. "I need help, not lip. I am from the demon realm, the guard of the princess, the young, dazzling lady you see off playing with children. Their is a stay house in the area for sumer visits and i have the keys. you will be allowed to stay there with me on the condition that you help me guard the princess. the palace came under attack today and surely they shall begin hunting her with intent to kill. that how these things always go down. If you need proof that I'm a demon-" she looked off. no way was she transforming as proof. No way in hell. She bit her lip and looked around. nothing. how could she possibly prove herself a demon. She remembered she had fangs as a residual bit of her demon form. she revealed these, making it clear she had no intent to bite. "How's that? look, I'm sorry but I haven't got a lot of time. If she dies, what's going to go down ain't gonna go well. follow me or don't." Beginning to storm off after her rage had built while speaking, she turned back around. She threw the money she had at the pair, and handed the girl the bit of food she had in her bag from the palace. What an odd coincidence that it was a fresh apple from the orchard. She turned back once more to walk away, holding her hand up as she spoke"I remember my days on the street. I can't leave you kids with nothing."