Her eyes flicked back and forth, from Ornias to Ru'mel, the dark coloring serving to unnerve Ornias. She looked at him, watching him fidget and move his wings away from the table, trying to avoid her eyes. Tamara smirked in slight victory, let them be wary. "No one can help me with that question. Those that could answer it try to kill me." She almost growled, her irritation clearly visible. "Besides, why do you need to know more? Have I not told you enough? No? Then guess. What. Am. I?" the last was punctuated with hisses and a brief flaring of her wings.
She turned to face Ru'mel and came very close to attacking him, his face so near to her's. She bared her fangs at him, before settling back down and bringing a hand up to her face. It was dripping red, stained with the blood of another. Absently she brought it to her mouth and licked the blood off her hand, watching Ru'mel grin and listening to his question.
"Who do I have? No one. Is it an actual question, yes. Tell me is it not one to you? You who are a demon, dare to insinuate that I do have someone? You who have Lucifer?" She snapped at him, angry not at the two in front of her but at herself. She was tired. Tired of trying to achieve something when everything is against, tired of being strong, tired of the nightmares,of the scars. On a whole, she was tired of being alone.
Being neither fully one or the other, there was always those out there after her, whither to kill her, or like Lucifer, break her. Both halves constantly fought with the other, giving her no peace. She was chaos, being without law.