You stood there, clutching your arch(pronounced ark) knife so hard that your knuckles were white, hoping that the blood ritual worked. (where you bleed onto an offering) You’ve been hunting fallen archangel Sam for what seems like an eternity. You’ve done everything you can, after all. The unexplained lightning storms and increasing body count led you to an old barn in El Paso, Texas. The smell was almost unbearable as it had been abandoned for decades. You glance around nervously. Where the hell is this demon? Rituals shouldn’t take this long to summon demons. Soon, a flash of light appears, and a man appears before you. He has a sharp jawline, green/brown eyes that has turned red, and fluffy brown hair. This must be Sam. “Sorry to keep you waiting, gorgeous,” the demon says in his deep, husky voice. You roll your eyes. No way is he trying this. “Shut up,” you snap. “Or i’ll shove this knife deep inside of you.” You slightly raise your knife in the air to prove your point. He smirks. “I know something i can shove deep inside of you.” You blush a bit. No no no, you can’t think this way. Sure, he’s attractive, but he’s…a demon. Demons kill. Demons are from hell. Simple as that. He steps a bit closer to you. “I think you know what i’m talking about. I’ve been watching you for a long time, you know. I know you’ve been looking for me.” Damn. He could see right through you. Your heart flutters in your chest.He takes another step. Now he’s close enough where you can see his muscles. He’s quite well built, and even though he’s wearing a long sleeve shirt you can tell that, making your heart beat faster. You feel heat rise to your cheeks.