“No, I haven’t met her, but at least, you get to keep the handsome mug,” she replied with a laugh. “Yeah, our demons while they are not exactly all pretty on the outside, it’s the reflective surfaces that give them away on the demon look. Unless you’re straight out of the depths of hell, then it’s a little more smack in the face ‘I’m a demon’ thing,” Nancy had no problem talking demon, it was about her demon thing where she was always careful. People didn’t seem to understand the whole thing. Then again most people found out the hard way with Nancy had taken a demon into her and went scary looking.
Nancy felt bad for his mom, then again was she really all that surprised? Considering how many demons she dealt with, she knew they weren’t exactly stand up people. As Elvis loved to point out, she was a rare one who learned how to control the demons within her, but even then, she knew she wasn’t innocent and could be a huge shit with or without a demon in her. “Eh never met a demon lord, but most of the demons I know can be real shits. I think it’s second nature for some of them. I’m Nancy, by the way.”