Marty and Willis
He chuckled from his spot and took another large gulp of his beer, finishing it before tossing it in the nearby trash. He sneered slightly before walking up close to Willis to whisper into his ear. “You’re dead wrong.” And with that he walked away. He’d have an infinite amount of time to torture the Reverend, might as well stretch it out. He wouldn’t find a demon like this one for another hundred years.