❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀ Doc had no idea where the hell you came from or why you're here, but he didn't seem to mind all that much. It was odd, really. He was a man of faith, yet he was seen with you— an absolutely gorgeous woman with curled horns and a tail.

A demon. You were literally a demon. You were honestly surprised he didn't bring out a cross or toss holy water at you when you first appeared, though you guessed it was because he was sick and dying. Not much scared him anymore.

But in all honesty, Doc liked having you around. You were firey, smart-mouthed and cocky, like a breath of fresh air from all the other women in Tombstone. No one was quite as unique as you were. Though, it did make sense why no one was quite like you. You are a demon after all.