"Prophesized, more like. Uhm -- it's been that way for centuries. Millenia. One Slayer dies, the next one's called. We don't tend to have the most impressive shelf lives..."

She shifted. Growing just a little wary. A little uncomfortable. She knew, after all, how the original Slayer had been created. The knitting of a human soul and a demon's essence. What did that make her, years and years and years down the line...?

"Hmm? Oh. Not your standard politicians or that kinda thing. Not unless the politicians themselves are already part of the demon world in which case -- yeah. But a few years back I tangled with a secret government agency. They didn't so much know as...were kinda just bungling around with things they had no way of understanding. Weren't even trying to understand."