Big Day

I straighten my tie, a simple red unpatterned affair. It pops nicely with my outfit, the rest of which is a fairly traditional black and white affair. Ready for work. A big day.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks.

"No." I reply, sounding only a little defeated. I'm tired of this conversation. Tired of everything. "I can't say that I'm sure. But you've convinced me. I don't really see any other options."

"I just want you to be sharp out there. Doubts are going to make you look bad."

I smirk. Not really something I'm concerned about. But he knows that. He knows everything about me. That's how he was able to convince me. I never really stood a chance.

"I'll be sure. Confidence is key, right?" I turn to him and smile. He smiles back.

"You got it. Hey," He shakes my hand by the door. It's a firm, but not hard handshake. A gesture of support, excellently crafted. He puts his hand on my shoulder and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "You'll do great. I believe in you. Go get 'em."

He puts the gun in my hand, and the demon fades out of my sight.

I breathe deeply. I'm sure.

Big day.