The name's Bela Talbot, or as far as you know. To save you the sugarcoating, I steal supernatural artifacts and sell them to the highest bidder. Now I'm stuck here dealing with the constant drama of angels, demons, and all the little righteous hunters in between. Not to mention the Antichrist who fancies himself my guardian angel.
Of course, I'll be alright. I can take care of myself just fine without your help or your pity. I may be a thief, but at the very least, I'm a great one.
