First Time For Everything || CarlaxAiden
It had been a while since the Slayers of the Manhattan Safehouse had allowed Carla to go out on her own, especially on a job. Though she’d told them numerous times she was more than capable of handling a possessing demon, but they’d insisted it was still too dangerous for her to venture out on her own.
The demon that was posing as one of Brooklyn’s more feared drug lords turned left down a dingy alleyway that lead down to one of their usual haunts - a privately owned bar named Cat’s Alley. Dressed up in one of her more revealing outfits, the angelic weapon hidden in the inside of her heeled boot, she made her way confidently up the alley behind him. “Excuse me,” she said sweetly, flashing him a wide smile. The man stopped in his tracks and turned, his eyes lighting up when he saw what was before him. For a moment, Carla was almost proud of herself, until the demon chuckled. “Carla Nero,” it mused. “What? Didn’t think I’d recognise you?” Carla shrugged, still smiling. “I was hoping it’d take you a little longer to catch on, but guess that’s less time wasted for the both of us, hey?” The demon chuckled. “Fair enough. So, how do we do this? Do you attack me first, or do I attempt to seduce you over to the dark side?” Carla reached down into her boot and produced the dagger. “You can try, dude, but it ain’t gonna get you anywhere.” And with that, she attacked.
