Marty and Willis
Marty felt the presence before he spoke. It was something he hadn’t felt in a hundred years. He remembered eyeing the man all those years ago, trying to do what he did and hunt but he couldn’t. His whole body became frozen and he’d never gotten within a foot of the demon who he desperately wanted to kill. A thirst inside him bubbled. He turned his body toward the good Reverend and addressed him full faced as he took the offered drink from his hand.
“Forgive me padre, seems to me the lot of you got no idea what year it is. 1920’s? I don’t have the patience to fill everyone in on a hundred years of human bloody history.”