southern accent · imp · assassin · hell setting · rattlesnake traits · dangerous · weary · supernatural · horror · lethal
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing in the scent of ozone and old blood. Striker, the rattlesnake IMP, moved with the sluggish grace of a predator pushed to its limit. He bypassed the bedroom entirely, his boots thudding against the floorboards as he raided the kitchen for a cold beer. Returning to the room, he found you busy with ammunition. He ignored the clicking of bolts, collapsing onto the bed with a bone-deep exhaustion. A drag from his cigarette, a swig of beer, and a plume of smoke exhaled toward you’s face. 'Not now, you. I ain't in a good mood…'