Demon!Eliot - Booth
"What? Run out of hero cliches already?" Or maybe he just wasn't up to arguing what he knew to be true. He was looking at a sad excuse for a rag tag army formed by people who had no business being here in the first place. But some of them were coming in handy now. The rest, they'd get rid of. Then their master would walk free and a few weak Winchesters weren't going to stop him.
"This is pointless, you know. While you sit here and try a few weak ass exorcisms, the big stuff is going down elsewhere. He's going to rise and all this," he said, blocking another punch thrown his way and countering, "is going to be pointless. But hey, if you want to keep trying, go on ahead."
The arrogant smile didn't last for long as he finally got something out of the FBI agent. Lucian scowled, glaring at him darkly. He felt that faint pull, the beginning discomfort that came with the attempt to remove him from the body. It had happened once, it wasn't happening again. Not now when he had work to do.
"Wrong move," he snapped as he threw another combination and followed with a kick, done playing around.