Adam sat at the counter with a companion; a hardy looking biker with a long braided beard. Both men wore leather cuts with the words; The Revelators and under it a stylized book with a hole though the center. "Hey John." said Adam, the other man grunted in reply. "We've got trouble coming, I heard she comes round here pretty regularly. You sure you got them blessed shells?" John grunted again and the both of them clinked their drinks together.

A dark haunting laughter could be heard from all around, seemingly causing bones to rattle and quiver in fear, the lights would flicker as ungodly words were spoken, daemonic speech, that would seem to decay the very structure. The door would be thrown open, the hinges seemingly being destroyed, as a portal formed, a purple chaotic rift into a world of brimstone, screams of horror and awful aberrations.

Pleading could be heard, desperate cries for solace, for freedom, but all that would reply would be laughter, dark child-like laughter, as a girl with white hair stepped out.

With that the portal would close, but dark terrifying energy would reek from her body, revealing her to be more just a normal girl.

She would turn to Adam smirking, "You rang?"

"You really gotta stop that over dramatic bullshit. I think all of us got the point you're a demon, it's like if I whipped out my dick and told everyone to start worshiping it. Which everyone should do anyway." Adam said as he turned around and gave a nasty kick to John's left leg who pulled out the sawn-off shotgun out of his coat, slipping in the shells and kept it pointed in her direction.

"Skip the bullshit." John stated in his gruff voice.

Ignoring his attempts at humour she would respond, "Well whatever the case dear brother please enlighten me why you called because shock horror I actually am busy and you no longer are big enough to bother me. I am aware those bullets will hurt me, but they're nothing compared to pain I could put you through little-man and know this you can no longer kill me. So I say now, speak quickly for now I shall allow your so-called masculinity the honour, nay privilege to speak to me."

"What did I say about the over dramatic bullshit? You're on Earth, speak fucking 21st century, you shithead." Adam stood up and made a rude gesture with his hands near his crotch. "I am the one with the dick here, I was the first and double timed the first two women who walked Earth." Adam said proudly, after that he spat at her feet.

"Taller than you, slut. Now, that I've interrupted you, I'll tell you what I want." Adam said; double-checking that John still had his hands on the double barrel shotgun. Which he did.

"I want you to stop being so fucking dramatic."

"Oh dear brother how crass and clueless you are, rather tragic in a way. Also I remember rightly I bit it and boy has that scar remained must be fucking painful to have that while screwing whores." she laughed and would then reply, "But to answer no, I won't because I like Theatrics and you are gladly have stayed as nothing, whereas as I am actually being asked to talk to you. So who won the end dear brother?"

"Man, you don't understand. I'm going to say it once, and only once before I shove it down your throat." Adam walked over to Sirad and made sure he was close enough she'd feel his hot breath. John moved to the side to make sure the buckshot wouldn't hit Adam, grumbling all the way. "People don't pay attention to theatrical people here, it's fucking annoying, you dig? Stop being fucking annoying." Adam growled.

Smirking she would be tempted to react, but instead just said, "So you got anything to say or do you insist on trying to see how long you can push me before I drag you into hell, because really dear brother we don't meet often. We should be hugging and all that shit since it's family reunion, why we should go have Barbeque and take family portraits, it will be an utter laugh!".

"That's better, vague threats work better than brimstone and demons." Adam replied, triumphantly fist pumping. "Well seeing as you're a demon slut now, I don't think the family portraits would be safe for work." Adam snarled, stepping back and flipping her the bird. "I

"I'll talk to you soon, bitch."

Sirad would shrug before saying, "Well next time please send this all in a letter, be much quicker and save time on your posturing, later losers!" with that she would rip open another portal and jump through, closing it behind her.