Isabella followed silently, moving through the trees on quivering steps that hardly made a sound except for the occasional rustle of a leaf passing by. She hovered outside of town -preferring not to step into the abandoned human settlement which stunk of rubble and ash- but made sure to keep the human within her amber sights.
Not a soul disturbed either of them, but that was to be expected. After all, this was just outside her territory and probably belonged to another demon or two. For this reason her eyes were extra wide, scanning anything for an out of place movement. Upon seeing Jason return with the bag slugged over his shoulders, she had a pretty good guess of what it might be. Humans and their weapons. Pshh.
She was surprised however, when he seemed to be heading back to return to the church. If he was well enough for a trip to town, why not just head off? He could probably make it quite a ways in the time she had planned to be out. It clicked rather quickly after that, with the weapons and her threats to come after him should he try to leave, the human probably planned to be rid of her first. Hmm.
The human looked rather satisfied with himself.
Once he had returned to the church, and Isabella was pretty sure he wasn't going out again any time soon, the demoness headed off to do what she had planned to do. She rolled her eyes, thinking back to his previous comment and snorted. Demon prostitute. Demons didn't whore themselves out like his disgusting race, males took what they wanted or -much more often- died trying. It was amusing to see how much he linked his race with her own, even though there was very little they really had in common.
Isabella didn't return for most of the day, out and about dealing with troublesome affairs of her own. She only gave herself brief periods of time to wonder what Jason was up to, if he was rummaging through her home or if something had already come to pick him off. That would be unfortunate, but it would serve him right for not listening.
Unfortunately, Isabella was likely more beat up that day then her human guest. On her high-tailed way back, the girl found herself face-to-face with one of those big ugly wolf-like demons from the other day. However the thing had caught her by surprise, and the demoness now had a large bite-mark in the arm of her wing and more then a few deep cuts to show for it; still welding ruby blood as she walked through the wooden door frame.
"You're going to have to cook it yourself," Isabella hissed, dropping a fat turkey-like bird beside him although she has nothing for herself. The demoness didn't need to eat as frequently, the food was just for her annoying human guest. One wing was tucked in neatly, the other wounded one hanging awkwardly and limply as it stung.