Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151028205131/@comment-26948101-20151205055527

Ilassa approached the commissar who was still writhing on the ground in agony from his gunshot wound.

Before she could say anything, he feebly attempted to back away.

"Nein....stay away...." he almost pleaded to the powerful demoness.

"You're hurt..." she said in an almost kind and nurturing tone. "Let me-"

"NO! I don't need your pity and I don't need your help....scheiße scheiße! Piss off, Tuefel frau!" he said, attempting to sound defiant but faring poorly.

Ilassa was genuinely stung by this rebuke for some reason. However, after a moment she decided to put to use the lessons her brief and unpleasant encounter with the EWA had taught her.

"Listen and listen well, WORM!" she snarled as she lifted the young commissar up by the front of his uniform. "You will accompany me to the medical tent and you will allow the human medics to treat your wounds. This is not a suggestion. As the thirteenth daughter of the Demon Lord, I refuse to have this most sacred and consecrated soil tainted any further with your filthy blood."