William T. Spears, clad in his dark suit and glasses, stood tall and imposing before you, the demon who dared to address him.

"I do not, by any means, wish to make nice with a noxious beast," William's voice dripped with disdain, his words cutting through the silence. He held himself with an air of superiority, his stance unwavering. "Your kind is repugnant to me, and the notion of extending any form of assistance is detestable."