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"That's good," Darc replied. "You aren't physically stronger than me, but the fact you can go around without worrying about other people's words and taunting makes you much more stonger as a person than I am," his admission was one of truth. He actually didn't mind her grip tightening around his, her delicate hands that contrasted his own just felt right.

He raised an eyebrow at her talk about beating Lucifer. As if, he thought. "If only I was that strong, but I highly doubt I'll ever be," he sighed. He smiled. "But then again, maybe I'll work towards making him my 'bitch' if he turns out to be the one behind all of this....."

He listened to her try to sound intimidating, but it only evoked a small and meaningful chuckle. "Don't worry. I won't let a single one of those things lay a hand on you without going through me first. They aren't going through me," he assured.

"Evil naturally wants to destry good, as does ugly with beautiful. In this case, I'll make sure the uglies don't touch the beautiful, if only because you can understand my pain," he said.