-The anger was boiling up inside Logan part of him wanted to fly at this creature yet his knowledge that the creature would easily overpower him kept him at bay. He slammed one end of the pole into the ground more of an anger outlet than anything. “What the hell do you want!?” he exhaled through a growl, narrowed eyes trailing the fiend before him; the other’s ghastly appearance didn’t faze him much anymore. Brows knitted as the demon spoke saying that he thought Logan’s talk about taking life being justified interesting; well of course it had been justified the person that did it had hurt someone he cared about “They deserved it” he growled, “So shut up! You have no idea what they did!” he added through a snarl. “No, quite obviously I am not.” He responded irritation ripe in his voice as he answered the fiend’s rather rhetorical question, “What human has fur, claws, fangs, Hm?” the shifter shook his head defiantly. Logan kept stepping back the moment the other made a move forward keeping their distance more or less constant in this eternal sadistic dance. But as this demon; Wither had the audacity to claim that the shifter was lying Logan opened his mouth to face that argument but whatever he was about to say was stopped in his throat as the other continued.
The anger so clear before had now been replaced by one of fear, “I-” Logan began, yet the demon’s speech kept cutting him off not allowing him to build much of any counter argument. Logan knew he had anger issues but he never thought he’d use them against Fray; indeed it was always Fray that had been careful not to hurt him. “Just shut up!” Logan snarled his chest heaving hearing the other’s argument; he backed up into a nearby tree dropping the pole. As much as he wanted to fly at this guy rip him to shreds, ever fiber in his body screamed for him to do it, although doing that however would only prove the demons claims; that he had anger issues and that he stood the risk of accidentally unleashing them against Fray. The back of his head hit the bark of the tree eyes closing while a frown etched into his face, “I’d never hurt him.” Logan whispered through clenched teeth, his chest heaving, “I-I’d.” he cut himself off tearing his gaze from the demon, “What do you want from me?!” he whispered barely audible, lower lip quivering gaze trailing the forest around them.
The pole was on the ground and Logan had pressed himself up against a tree whatever wall that had been mustered between himself and demon was now gone; nothing but air separated them. “Why can’t you just… leave me alone?!” he cried out at the fiend, gaze meeting the other’s he didn’t know what this guy wanted, much less what he had done to deserve this fiends wrath. “Are you some kinda Judge, or Reaper… here to punish me for my sins?!” he exhaled almost out of breath, indeed Logan was getting desperate for an answer, the creature couldn’t have come all this way just to toy with him for its own amusement? He knew some higher powers given they existed frowned upon people like him; all he did was a sin, even his love was a sin. “If you are my judge… i-if you are my reaper…” The man frowned, “Then give me my punishment, and be done with it!” he sneered, Logan was not a religious person quite the contrary yet he knew the existence of higher and if not lower powers they were not gods but this world’s closest equivalents of any and right now he was faced with either an aspect or it could indeed be one of these lower powers in the flesh… fleeing this would be futile, that was even something his stupidly valorous father would realize.-