"I am sure the oldest generation of witches will be able to tell if it us true that we come from the greed and bad emotions humans try to hide because you guys think doing that makes you human which is wrong?"
She placed her hands akimbo, and his gaze moved to her bare chest, a giant smile on his lips. "Stop giving me that look you weirdo. And no...we can't afford to keep those feelings with us because it doesn't make us humans anymore. You get?"
"It makes you demons?" He guessed before twitching his lips and turning around. "If those things don't make you human, why then do you even feel them in the first place? If doesn't make you human, you wouldn't feel them you know."
She rolls her eyes before galring at him. "Whatever. All I know is demons aren't human. Final."
"But we are of the same specie?"
