I've mentioned before that Croc and Micah are both Cajun. They're inspired by Gambit from XMen in those regards, so I'll leave a little clip here to show you what he sounds like.

https://youtu.be/JYkazfL2Pnk

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Dusk threw her feet up on the table in front of her, slouching back on a busted couch. "If you keep looking that miserable, I might have to make a meal out of you."

Even when they were in a depressing, dirty, abandon warehouse, Asher found himself flat on the floor. He'd mustered enough energy to draw a pentagram, which seemed to relax him some. However, he couldn't manage to wipe away the unhappiness on his face. "Lasciami solo*."

She scoffed, "You don't have to be so overly dramatic. So what? A guy doesn't like you. Big fucking deal. One time an entire country turned on you and you got over it. What's one person?"

"There's a difference. I never had to see anyone from my home country ever again. But him, I have to see him everyday. I'll get over it, just like everything else." He muttered.

Dusk saw a prime opportunity and decided to take it. Being back on Earth, she was dressed a lot more modern. She pulled back the edges of her red leather jacket enough to expose her breasts, of which were barely covered with fishnet. Typically, she presented herself flat chested, but she had no problem altering her appearance for his sake. "The best way to get over someone is to get on top of somebody else. What'd you say, Baby? I can give you whatever you want."

Asher gave her a short glance. Then he closed his eyes, resting his head back on his hands. "No thanks."

She glared at him with disgust. "Seriously? Any man with a working dick would die for a chance to fuck this."

"You're a little arrogant, I see." Croc mumbled. He'd distanced himself from the two, keeping in the corner.

"It's not bragging if it's true. I could get any straight man I wanted. I'm also very capable of catching the eye of gay men too, if need be." She replied. Dusk stood up slowly and sauntered over to Asher. Her leather skirt was so short, it was amazing it could manage to cover anything. She lowered herself on his waist, humming softly, "I know you want to. Just do it already."

"If you're so desperate for cock, I can have one of my slaves fuck you. I'm not going to do it though." Asher responded.

She moved her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against his bare chest. Through the thin fabric of her panties, he could feel everything. Somehow, it didn't even phase him. "What is wrong with you? You have an absolutely perfect woman on top of you and you won't take advantage! How stupid are you?!"

Asher didn't even bother giving her a response. He wasn't one to play into games that didn't interest him. He could get nothing out of this. Incubuses can't harvest energy from witches. Fucking her wouldn't give him any power even if he needed it. To his kind, having sex just for the feeling was an idiotic idea. What's the point in doing so if you can't gain something from it?

Dusk nearly had the wind knocked out of her when a hand wrapped around her neck. Even in his human form, Croc was massive compared to her. He lifted her up off of Asher, growling lowly. "Do you ever stop runnin' your mouth?" He tossed her into the wall as if he was disregarding a rag doll. "I would like some peace and quiet. I can't think when you won't shut up." 

Being thrown around like that made her personality switch in a second. The disapproval of humans didn't bother her. Their cries were empowering, in fact. Usually lesser beings in the supernatural world didn't phase her either. But, when one of her superiors and someone she considered a friend did so, it did upset her. 

Dusk pulled her knees to her chest, muttering, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it- I... I didn't mean to upset you."

He snarled, "Thought you two were supposed to be Jasper's best."

Asher sat up, crossing his legs as he did so. "We are, but at the end of the day, we're still also patients in a mental asylum. Without proper energy, we both become very unstable. Unfortunately, we have to hurt people in order to stabilize ourselves. It used to not bother me, but now..." He trailed off as he thought of a recent night smudged in his memory. 

"Don't tell me." Croc seethed, "You've managed to grow a heart? Well, you're one of the lucky ones, then." He sank down the wall in the darkest corner he could find.

He narrowed his eyes, "You can put on an act all you want but I can see you for who you are. Despite having scales as tough as steel, you're truly just made of fragile glass that constantly is struggling to contain your rage. That wasn't enough for you, though. You had to absorb Lumi's numbness, Covey's regret, and Thursday's depression. In the wake of your revenge, you've turned yourself into a ticking time bomb."

Croc tightened his fist at his side. He pictured his sweet love back home, which always managed to make him relax. If that didn't, Covey's voice would always be there to tell him to maintain his composure. "Yeah, maybe I am. Seems like you're tryin' to set me off."

"Maybe I am." Asher mocked him. He reclined back, resting on the ground once more. As he closed his eyes, he addressed the sobbing mess of a witch in the other corner of the room, "Cara sorella, salvare le lacrime."

"I can't help it. I don't want to anger the others. They're my family... But you're the only one that will even tolerate me." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and looked down at the smeared makeup on her skin. "I'm sorry, Cromwell... I want you to like me... Please..."

With the dark shadows cast over him, only his glowing green eyes were visible. It was a chilling sight, even for her. She was a utter pest. However, he couldn't help himself from feeling sorry for her. He knew all too well what it was like to have your family treat you like garbage. "You can start by never callin' me that damn name again. How do you even know it in the first place?" He asked.

"Master Knight told me. Please don't be mad." She whimpered like a child.

"It is his policy that the servants know each other's secrets." Asher said, "But you already knew that, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did. While we're on the subject, I understand submissive vampire men are your type. They're your favorite to torture. You also like to play with things that don't belong to you. Just so you know, if you ever touch a hair on Kuza's head, I will end your life and I will not show you an ounce of mercy. Do I make myself clear?"

He smirked, "Crystal. I would never betray one of my own like that. By one of my own, I of course mean fellow servants to Master Knight. Any other demons outside of Qrow Manor, I have no problem taking their toys." Asher sat up, finally rising to his feet, "Speaking of, the sun is setting, which means it's nearly time for me to do just that. I have to admit, I was upset when I heard Chris had slain Roron. I always wanted to do it for myself, but I suppose reuniting him with Razi will be just as fun."

"Am I to assume you'd like to feast on her yourself, then?" Croc asked.

Asher snickered, "No, no. I don't have much of a taste for demon souls. Besides, it'd be rude of me to take such a nutritious meal from you. I'm more interested in her servants." He stepped over to Dusk, offering her his hand. "The joy of sexual torture is it can fuel us both. Their tears will give Dusk energy, while their yearning bodies will feed me."

Through all her tears, she smiled evilly, "Yes, and when we have enough power, we'll unleash a new virus upon the humans. Do you think if we kill enough, the Master will reward us?"

"He doesn't nessessarily want us to kill them. Just to derail them from the path of arrogance. However, if death accompanies the process, it's an added bonus." Asher glanced over at their newly appointed leader, "I trust you'll take care of Razi?"

"Last time I checked, I was the one in charge. Stop speaking to me like you're running this show. And yes, I'll make sure that coward is put in her grave." He growled.

Croc rose to his feet with a commanding presence. Any human would quake in his presence, even in this form. He was truly terrifying. Even as powerful as Asher and Dusk were, they still secretly feared him. With spite of his past looming in his eyes, he gazed through a broken window down upon an old city. From the surface, this poor England neighborhood looked harmless. Beneath the ground, in the depths of the sewers, laid one of many dark undergrounds.

"There is one thing I don't understand." Dusk spoke up, "If you guys are demons yourself, why would you want to kill some of the last of your kind?"

"We're just following orders. I'm not sure why Master Knight wants to take out the remaining survivors from the war, but you know him. As strange as his demands can be sometimes, they always have a reason that has yet to reveal itself." Asher explained.

Croc seeped a low growl as he watched the rats down below. "All you two need to know for now is we have to put an end to the dark underworld of Earth before they grow strong enough to be a challenge for us. Preying on the weak is your specialty, isn't it?"

The demon smiled, "Certainly. I've got some frustrations to take out as well. So, let us not waste anymore time."

He had an evil look in his eye, sin dancing on his lips. Asher wouldn't let a little crack of emotion distract him from his mission. He swore a pact to serve Jasper, and he wasn't going to let a little broken heart get in the way of that. No matter what, demons could never be swayed by emotion as much as humans.

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Lasciami solo = Leave me alone.

Cara sorella, salvare le lacrime = Dear Sister, save your tears.