The Hunt: Davian & Victoria & OPEN
"A majority of those books condemn what you two do, I wouldn't count on him knowing anything but picking and choosing what he wants to believe," Victoria rolled her eyes, "you know who he is but that means little to actually knowing about angels. That's like saying you know one vampire and you know them all." Granted there weren't an abundance of angels running about for comparison, but she didn't buy Davian's logic. Because he didn't have any. The angel they spoke of told her she had a soul, and she knew better. Experience was her teacher.
She looked at him confused. More ridiculous logic from the demon. She actively avoided him and she only happened upon him here. But then again, Davian was one to read into things and see what he wanted to see. Right now, nothing was being solved and she closed her eyes, as if gathering her patience, and she was. Boy, was she gathering her patience.
"I don't care about demons," she said, "There's a difference. You don't need to be a demon for me not to like you. But I'm not going to stand here and stoop to your level and rally an entire house against one person. You don't know anything about me, and I apparently don't know anything about you. So we can continue not knowing anything and assuming the worst or we can act like adults."