Detective, let me set you straight. Yes, to you it may seem like I appeared out of nowhere, on the earthly plane, at least. But I’m not human! I’ve spent millennia reigning the underworld, torturing broken souls.
And, yes, yes—you did see me get shot six times. You could shoot me six more right now. And six more after that.
Actually, that would be quite poetic.
But I’ve told you, detective: I’m immortal. I’m immune to bullets. I can stop time. (Well, my brother Amenadiel can, anyway.) I can be in front of you one moment, and whispering in your ear the next. And I can pluck a moving bullet out of the air as if it were standing still.
So, go ahead and look for your “scientific” answers. I’ve been telling you the truth the whole time.
