It was still taking him some time to get use to her new scent. There was a ravenous urge to rip her throat out for being a hybrid of a demon and a witch but he was able to keep himself under control having fed moments ago. Deziel wrinkled his nose a bit as her scent suddenly became stronger, trying to fight back his instincts. A witch and a demon were not supposed to love each other, especially a demon witch hybrid or a hybrid in general. Hybrids were looked at as abominations that should never walk the planet, outcasts amongst their kind, and those that did survive were usually killed or sent away to live in isolation. Oh, he knew his father was going to love this, knowing that evil son of a bitch would show his true face soon enough and it would be hell for both of them. His father was a powerful demon and he was also a very by the book man in the sense of the old ways.<br/><br/>Returning his thoughts to Elizabeth, he noticed that she looked like she was fading at first, probably refusing to accept what she was. He was worried that she would reject and end up destroying herself but in the end she became still and she looked a bit more peaceful. The healing process was starting again, he could sense it, and he decided to leave the room to give her some time to herself mostly so he could smoke another cigarette. He really was way too addicted to those things. It was really the only way he could keep himself sane right now, especially after finding out she was a hybrid. She had hid it so well, and how the hell was she able to do that? It was all so strange. She was strange. Perhaps he should kill her now like he had planned in the beginning or maybe he should keep her alive he really was not sure. If she was kept alive, what if she killed him? Now that she had the power to do so was it worth the risk saving her?<br/><br/>He asked himself these questions numerous times as he took a few more drags from his cigarette.<br/><br/>When he went to head back to the room to check on her, he heard something behind him. Snarling, he quickly turned around to find himself face to face with the Hunter that had been stalking him. And he was armed with a shotgun that was probably custom-made specifically for demon hunting. The man smiled at him, â€œHell Kane, or should I said Deziel. Iâ€™ve heard of you from numerous people, took me awhile to track you down, and now that Iâ€™ve found you Iâ€™m going to rid the world of your kind.â€ The man aimed the gun at him but didnâ€™t fire just yet. This Hunter was obviously a bit more experienced than most of the Hunters Deziel has encountered over the past few centuries. The way he carried himself just screamed professional. Or perhaps the man could of course be bluffing and was a novice, but he still didnâ€™t want to take chances.<br/><br/>â€œItâ€™s been quite some time since a hunter has had the balls to actually come into my house.â€ He chuckled, flashing an intimidating smile. The smile seemed to make the man flinch; the idiot was definitely a novice or perhaps was afraid of him, â€œIâ€™ll enjoy tearing your throat out.â€ He immediately lunged when suddenly the Hunterâ€™s eyes started bleeding. Deziel froze, looking past the Hunter to find his father standing there, staring at him.