claraxdambrose
Clara quirked a brow as she sat on the floor, her arms crossed in front of her. She has no idea who these people were but she did know of Abaddon. Rumors and stories though. She never cared much for demons. “I think you’re the only one who really needs to be worried about keeping eyeballs in heads.”
Abaddon pressed her lips together, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. “I could just not let baby warlock over there do it, you know. Then you’d all be here, stuck. Who knows that Lucifer will do in his annoyance?” she spoke nonchalantly, crossing one leg over the other.
Clara glanced over at the other witch in the room. She looked him up and down, trying to decide if he had the balls to it. "If he doesn't have the stomach, I certainly have no problem doing it if it gets me out of here," she shrugged, standing up. "Obviously you're useless as far as powers go. Knight of hell, yet still stuck in here with two witches."









