Over the years she's curated a extensive collection of devil-themed puns and references to pop out at parties. And interrogations.
“You come amongst our sanctity wearing human technology. The aura of human blood is still upon you. You are awash in corruption. Explain yourself,” the Patriarch insisted.
“Listen, the glasses aren’t evil! They’re just things,” Veronica explained desperately. “They help me see. I’m farsigh—I mean, I can’t see things up close, only far away, and the glasses help me see. The near stuff.”
“Irrelevant. These caverns are all you need see.”
“It’s not!” she protested. “I’m Fireborn! I’m supposed to be a warrior! To defend the family. The glasses help me do that. Or they would if you—“
“Further irrelevance. We have no need of warriors. Our only threat is the corruption you embody.”
Veronica abandoned her ploy of penitent usefulness; clearly he wasn’t buying it. “Well, I guess that’s because of the whole devil thing I’ve got going on? Better the me you know! Ha ha!” she laughed darkly.
“INSOLENCE!” the Patriarch roared, accurately.
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