The bar is one of the only pleasures Ana's retched life gives her. To be more specific, the alcohol is a guilty pleasure she found centuries ago. She was never in any danger when she drank because she was nearly invincible. Whether it was the alcohol making her so cocky, she wasn't sure. But she had a high alcohol tolerance, so getting her drunk wasn't as easy as it would be for a regular human.
"Hit me up," she snapped her fingers to get the bartender's attention.
He turned and glanced at her, raising his eyebrows, "Are you sure you want to do this, Miss? You've certainly had a lot."
"I didn't ask for your opinion. When I want it, you'll know," she glared up at him, her piercing red eyes glaring.
He shrugged, "Whatever you say." He refilled her glass and slid it back to her, returning to heckle with some of the guys.
Taking a huge swig, she downed it in one attempt. Today hadn't gone nearly as well as she would have hoped. There was no demons here for her to kill, and without the excitement of the hunt, her day was pretty boring. So, she had wandered about from town to town, deciding on stopping here for the night. Though she could keep going, she figured there was no point in rushing anywhere.
It was times like these that she wished she had a companion. As soon as she thought that, she shook her head. No. They always died. There was no point in getting attached to anyone or anything. Nothing lived to be as old as her. She needed another immortal being, but she didn't know of any.
Suddenly, a young soldier tapped her on the shoulder. Turning, she stared up at him. "My lady, my Lord wishes for your presence. He wishes to hire you to hunt a demon that terrorizes our country. He wishes for you to come right away."
She gave him an odd look, "Look, kid, I'm not an assassin to be hired. I don't do favors for just anyone."
"But, my Lord is a very noble King. He takes his position very seriously and has done all he can. The demon is too powerful for even him to defeat," the soldier retorted.
"Sorry kid, can't help you. I go where ever I want to go, not where others want me to be."
"What? You afraid you won't be able to defeat it? Scared you'll get your butt handed to you?"
Ana turned in her chair to face the soldier, standing up as she did so. She was much taller than him, probably by a good four inches. "Look, kid, you aren't going to be able to provoke me like that. Nice try."
"You are just afraid is white eyes would kill you on the spot and his massive red body would crush you under his magnificent strength."
She shook her head, but stopped suddenly. White eyes, red body? That sounded a lot like her father's right hand man. What she wouldn't kill to be able to be the one to take him down. "He's got white eyes, you say? And a red body? Is he pretty big?"
"Massive, my lady."
Ana didn't want to give in to this little punk, but she felt she had no choice. "Exactly what country is your king from?"
The soldier told her before she threw some money on the counter and headed out of the bar. "I'll be there in a few minutes. You might want to take off now," she called over her shoulder.
Ana arrived at the castle in a minute and thirty three seconds. She had taken to timing herself to help improve her speed. She walked right passed the guards, pushing them aside when they tried to stop her. The king's personal guards were knocked unconscious before his very eyes.
"Relax," she told the king. "It is I, the one you sent for. I am Morana. Tell me where to find this demon."
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