Ezraphel had no idea what she was looking at right now but one thing is for sure, is that the boy she had met before was gone and in his place was a man ready for war. She had no idea of this dimension's weapons but she knew armor when she saw one and that strange looking thing in his hand reminded her too much of a magitech rifle once shown to her by a Gremlin working in the Sabbath.
So erring on the side of caution she slowly rose "yes, let us"
"No sudden moves" he spoke "you just stay right there and uh I'll take a seat over here" he punctuated this by dragging a chair over and sitting down.
It bothered her that he didn't trust her seeing as how she hadn't made any threatening moves towards him. Then she remembered the fireball incident and almost smacked her forehead.
"So, I thought you should know that in this dimension we don't have magic or monsters or any other race aside from humans. I mean we know about you but it's all fictional to us."
The Lilim pursed her lips "I had thought that. The air feels different in this dimension perhaps due to the absence of magic."
"Yeah that's probably it" he said while fiddling with the…thing.
"What is that in your hand?"
"Oh this? It is a Crosman M4-177 tactical air rifle"
Those words mean absolutely nothing to her save for the word 'rifle' and he could see it in her expression, the unsaid "what?"
"Are you familiar with uh…what was it, flintlock?"
She frowned "yes, there were a few human kingdoms who use such things. I heard that they are not reliable."
"Yeah well, if humans in your world survive a few centuries then they might perfect the formula. To make a long story this rifle can fire more pellets a lot faster, a lot farther and with more accuracy" he paused "oh and it's a lot quieter too" he demonstrated by aiming above.
Ezraphel's sensitive ears picked up the sound before a glass shattered above her head causing her to jump with a small shriek while instinctively covering her head. She looked at the glass shards on the ground then above at the thing he shot, then at him and swallowed lightly. She couldn't see his face and his posture was a bit tense.
Ezraphel didn't know what to say to that, the threat was all too real for her but she felt it was time to get down to business.
"What will you do with me?" she asked with a twinge of fear.
"I…have no idea" he trailed off "I'm not gonna kill or torture you if that's what you're asking. This thing wasn't made to kill people but it does hurt like a bitch I'll tell you that. Mamono are supposed to be tougher than humans right?"
"Yes"
"Then there you go."
Her brows furrowed "it isn't necessary to have a weapon. I gave you my word that I will not bring you any harm."
"Yeah well, your species on a whole are a little too handsy for my taste and I don't plan on being raped today" he stated bluntly and she fought down a slight wince at his statement.
"I will not rape you."
"Uh-huh" he hummed unconvinced.
"I don't need to force myself on a man, they are always very willing."
"Not this man though" he scoffed
"Is the thought of having sex with me so terrible?" she spoke looking him (hopefully) in the eyes.
"I won't trade my freedom for pussy."
His answer surprised, confused and infuriated her all at once "and what is that supposed to mean!?"
"Oh come on, I know what the deal is with you Lilim."
"And what would you know about me?"
"I know that you're powerful enough to charm humans with a single glance. I know you enjoy corrupting humans into monsters-sorry Mamono and Incubi without a second thought. And I know that the only reason why I'm even able to talk to you properly is because you don't have any magic in you to do what you'd normally do if you came across a human!"
Throughout his entire rant his voice had taken on a higher and angrier edge from the near nonchalant way he started until it all ended with him screaming at her.
Ezraphel's lips quivered and she looked down in some shame "you're wrong" she whispered.
"What?"
"I said you are wrong!" she repeated, eyes blazing. It actually made him straighten and aim the rifle at her.
"And w-why is that?"
"It is true that under different circumstances you would have been charmed but that has less to do with my magic and more to do with my energy."
"What's the difference?"
"With magic it is intentional"
"…oh…"
"And the reason for my earlier actions is not for the reasons you assume."
"You mean the part where you chased me around the room? You mean you weren't trying to rape me?"
"No I just…it is difficult to explain."
"Difficult? Why do I get the feeling it has less to do with me not understanding the situation and more of you not wanting to explain the situation?"
Ezraphel bit the bottom of her lip, this is the reason why Mamono as a general consensus have sex first and explain themselves later. It cuts the time for pointless chatter and the man is usually pliant enough to forgive and forget. Ezraphel now found herself in the unenviable position of having to explain herself after an embarrassingly failed attempt to catch a man whom at the moment could hurt her.
"That is to say I…could not help myself."
'This is so embarrassing' she felt her cheeks flare.
She had imagined this moment many times and all those times were some variation of her in control. If not of the situation then at least she would be in control of herself.
"Couldn't help yourse-wait" he paused and she could feel his eyes looking over her "you're not going to say something weird like you're 'in love with me' are you?"
She didn't say a word though she covered her cheeks with her palms and looked away like the shy maiden that she was behind all the glamorous pomp she put on for most.
"Yes" she confirmed "I think I am."
The silence after that revelation stretched on for an uncomfortable amount of time whereby she was made to stare at a blank dark reflective visor covering his face. Then the sputtering and half formed sentences start.
"How? Why? I mean-" he scoffed gesturing absently with his hands before coughing to settle down and compose himself "okay, I know that you mamono are pretty flippant when it comes to relationships" he paused at the frown on her face "well most of you are" he emphasized and Ezraphel grudgingly agreed "so how the fuck did you come to that conclusion after meeting me for a few minutes and I swear to god if you say something like 'fate', 'destiny' or 'I don't know' I will unload this entire clip on your fat ass."
"Grr" her teeth grinded together at the last of his sentence.
'Breathe…' she told herself.
"Magic" she stated simply.
"Huh?"
"You see, the reason I am here was because of a spell to locate my husband…or at least the person who is most likely to be my husband" she looked him in the visor as she spoke.
"…I can see where this is going" he mumbled but she did not hear it.
"I went into the portal not knowing where it would take me and I awoke here, with you."
"…does anyone else know you're here? Family? Friends? Your mother and her army sex fiends?"
"I have not spoken to my family in several decades. I doubt they realize what has happened to me"
"I feel like there's a 'but' coming"
"However, I do have friends and they may seek to find me if I do not show myself."
"Shit."
Actually Ezraphel had more than a few weeks before her friends would try to find her but he didn't need to know that. Obviously the thought of more of the radical Mamono crossing into his dimension frightens him so if she could use this to her advantage.
"I would be willing to return but as you already know I need" she trailed off with a smile.
"A shot of semen right, I get it already" he gritted out.
Instead of being put off she smiled even wider "actually I need several" she couldn't see it but she could imagine the scowl on his face getting deeper with narrowed suspicious eyes "It was a powerful spell"
"And you won't bother anyone else for this because…?"
"I like you" she said very honestly.
"I have a loaded weapon aimed and ready to fire if you so much as try to lewd me."
Her brows furrowed again and she stared at his blank helmet for a very long time before she stood up slowly. Not taking her eyes off him she began to make her way around the couch, strutting in a slow sensual manner not unlike a runway model unbeknownst to her.
"W-what are you doing?" he jolted from his seating position, rifle aimed squarely at her.
"I want to show you something."
"Stay right where you are"
She didn't listen and with every step she took, her breasts bounced and her hips swayed, not to mention it brought attention to her long slender legs. To him who has spent so much of his life around a computer she was like a walking hentai. Her inhuman features suddenly became exotic and alluring.
"Oh man" he muttered.