demon-hunting

Stop blaming evil on the Devil, blame it on the Creator of everything, if you don't understand, ask Him or at least hope that someday He will reveal it to you

I__ in a secret underground hideout of a group of monster hunters, filled with magical totems, brass monkeys that move and enough firepower to take over a small country.

We fight monsters and unholy creatures for a living here. Grotesque, evil, violent, dangerous; they__e certainly all these things. And yet, we somehow manage to go to sleep each night and wake up each morning. The terror wears off. What was horrific becomes mundane. We lose ourselves to a numbed normalcy after a while, a self-inflicted detachment. You forget how you got here, what it was like before. And then someone comes along, someone new, someone who sees it all with fresh eyes, and it snaps you out of your daily coma, reminding you of what you__e forgotten. Of what you__e become.

The things I__e seen," he continues easily, "have shown me that the only constant is change. Too much power in one place is a fool__ errand. Eventually, and inevitably, no matter how good the intentions, or how long the life, power always wins out, and everyone suffers for it. The only true path of rational existence is balance; a constant re-assessment of the burdens of power, if you will.

I've got plenty._ Isabelle smiled, kicking her feet up so that her anklets jingled like Christmas bells. "These, for instance. The left one is gold, which is poisonous to demons, and the right one is blessed iron, in case I run across any unfriendly vampires or even faeries, faeries hate iron. They both have strength runes carved into them, so I can pack a hell of a kick. ""Demon hunting and fashion," Clary said. "I never would have thought they went together.

I know you think I should be home taking care of my family. That maybe I__ be distracted or I wouldn__ be as committed as the rest of you, but who__ more committed: the person with something to lose, or the people who__e got nothing left?

That thing ruined my favorite T-shirt," complains Mario."Whatever." It__ Marianne__ voice. "You were just looking for a reason to get your shirt off." I try to look around for her, but my neck refuses.

When we destroy it." She spoke clearly now, steadily now. "If it comes in a form with a dick, I will personally castrate it".