The lead merwoman spat, her pale green tail lashing the water hard enough to send a spray hissing into the air. "What are you talking about, blood sucker? Why would we be on the same side?"
Damon's lips curled into a faint smile. "Because you're not human," he replied casually. "And neither am I. You've fought their kind before, haven't you? The ones who wear light like armor, who call themselves holy." His crimson eyes glowed, cutting through the surf. "They're your real enemies. Not me."
To make sure that his words were properly conveyed, he even took out many holy and divine attuned armor, weapons, and trinkets and dumped them all into the sea right in front of them. "Look for yourself." He showed off proudly. "My kill count is in the thousands now. How many of you can say that?"
