Player file 1 : BEN

Answer me, God

You backed away slowly, using the gun to point Jack into a chair. " Sit" you demanded. The demon on the ground scoffed, and gave you a wide grin.

" Why should i-"

" I said sit damnit!" You shouted suddenly, making both the entities jump. You watched as his grin fell, seeing as you weren't kidding and very slowly crawled into the the shitty, torn faux leather chair in front the table. You kept the gun trained on him as he leaned his elbows onto the table and propped himself up on his palms, resting his chin in-between his hands like a pouty child in trouble as he frowned at you, glaring a bit. He wasn't as scary as he was before. Especially without that damned mask. You could deal with the blacked eyes and grey skin.

You pulled up the chair from across from him, sitting with the gun in your lap, while Ben stood by, protectively. You could tell by the dullness in his eyes and the blood marking his cheeks he had switched souls temporarily. How sweet. He was just talking about having more freedom.

You did your best to hold a serious face as you stared into the voids that entered his skull, it made you woozy to look at them, it caused my words to get caught in my throat as I opened my mouth, this made the being laugh.

" Cat got Cha tongue all of a sudden, sweet heart?" He teased grinning, showing off his sharp teeth. You scoffed at his words.

" Tell me everything you know about the cult" you demanded, hiding your fluster behind your anger. He rolled his eyes and snagged a tissue off the table, dabbing at the bloodied nose Ben had given him.

" Why? Or else you'll shoot me? I guess you got me there. May be a god but ya know. Can't help but fall to a lil copper. Learned that the hard way a lloonngg time ago" he drew out, sitting back with a slight 'snap' of his tongue, making a small popping noise deep in his throat, it sounded nearly like the beginning of a weasel or rat squeaking before getting cut short, snuffed like a light. Something sparked in his eyes.

" Let's make a deal" jack offered, a look gleaming in his eyes. Ben began to speak for you, but you quickly cut him off.

" What's the deal ?" You asked. You sent Ben a glare as he tried to protest.

He grins. " I was sent here for blood. And I'll be honest with you. I'm not that big on the cult. Honestly, I'm growing pretty bored getting pushed around by them. They think because I murdered three of their members upon my awakening, " he stops and scoffs. " Make them think I owe em something"

" Cut to the chase Jack" you hissed. And he chuckled a little.

" Just 3 ounces of blood for your questions. I promise. I'll be nice. I won't even draw out too big of a cut. I swear" he threw up his pinky, and offered it to you from across the table, a childish grin on the demons face. " Maybe consider setting that gun down too, yea?" You could hear slight nervousness in his voice as he spoke, his pinkie stayed offered to you as you turned to look at Ben,he gave you a worried ' are you sure look' before you turned back to him.

You handed the gun to Ben, who gladly took it off you and watched, with brows knitted as you carefully reached across the table, hooking your fingers together with the surprisingly warm entity.

" Alright. 3 ounces. Nothing more nothing less. And then I ask what I need to know. Got it?" He nodded, a soft smile on his face, surprisingly soft.

" I'd be a terrible god if I went back on my promises, sweet human " with those words he suddenly pulled your arm towards him, he switched to holding your wrist as he brought your delicate flesh to his mouth. He stared, almost intimately into your eyes as he slid your soft skin across one of his many canines, parting the skin like flower petals as your blood began to flow out and into his mouth.