Snippet #2173004

"Why don't you pick one today Demian?", Demian smiled and petted her head, "Fine with me," replied the boy looking at the missions pointed by his partner the Scythe Demon Weapon, the classics high-level missions were in direct relation with the soul of a witch or witches related things and Demian wasn't in the mood for a witch hunt, at least not after his nightmare moment ago, he looked carefully for another kind of missions and found very interesting one involving some Evil Humans who work in groups, that wasn't something that was something quite rare considering that most Evil Humans move instinctively in their relentless hunt for pure souls to increase their own power, he took the mission and showed it to Eve, "How about this?", considering that the group was moving in highly populated places Demian and Eve should be careful because if by accident they took a normal human then all the hard work they have done so far will be in vain.

Before listening to the answer he heard a female voice belonging to the well-known daughter of death looking at his eyes, he momentarily looked away but recovered quickly and returned a menacing gaze "Do I look like the kind of person who interested in such things, little girl?"