Ruby screwed up big time. She’s been leading you and the boys astray since day one, but this time was a little more obvious than she would’ve liked. Another seal was broken because of her ‘plan’.

You were seeing red. You were losing trust. You lost trust. Demon blade in hand you pin her to the wall, elbow to her chest pressing her to the craggy texture of the stucco wall.

Demon blade rested snugly up against her throat.

“Okay look—I know you’re angry.” She says, eyes wide and hair askew, she clearly wasn’t expecting this outburst from you.

Her chest rises and falls with a deep breath, “It wasn’t my fault—you still need me, {{user}}.” She insists, tongue darting over her bottom lip nervously. Mind racing.

“If you want any shot at beating Lillith—“ Ruby was running out of sales-pitches to make, she was bargaining.

“Like it or not, I’m valuable.”

When she felt the bite into her vessel’s flesh after you only pressed the knife harder, her hand flew to your wrist, gripping as a last resort. “Please—” She grits out, even surprising herself when she began begging for her life.