"Well," Samule took a moment to think. He watched her carefully, almost like a predator once again. The seconds seemed to stretch into minutes. At last he raised his hands in defeat. "You're fine as you are. Unless you do wish to change, then I'm not stopping you."
Their drinks had been placed infrount of them, and Samule hadn't even noticed till just then. "Try not to show off to much, I don't want other men looking at you." He winked and took a sip of his drink.
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This time she didn't shy away from his predator-like eyes. She stood confident in them, letting him observe her. The slit in her dress had returned to its full length, but she didn't do much to hint towards it. In fact, she stood nearly completely still. When he spoke again she smirked. "Glad to hear I'm at least decent in your eyes." She joked, picking up her brightly colored drink and studying it. She loved the yellows and oranges and yet there was something forbidden about it. Just as the man in front of her was forbidden. That didn't mean she didn't want them any less.
Rosemarie flashed him a look when he spoke again, rolling her eyes dramatically. She brought the glass to her lips and drank, shuddering as it burned her throat. The liquid was sweet on her tongue. "What's so wrong with the other men looking at me? Does it make you jealous? I'm not even yours, Samule." Her tone was flirty, her eyes challenging him.
Samule smiled as she took a drink. He hadn't really expected her to, so the fact that she had, well the surprised him. He took a few more sips of his, finishing it off rather quickly. Boredly he set his now empty glass down before Turing his gaze to her once again. Yes he had noticed the slit, but when she'd fixed it he hadn't really known. Perhaps during the kiss, or the fight, or even just then. "More then descent." He stated, "as I've said before, beautiful."
Though her next few words are what really got him. Jealous? The demon almost choked on his own air. "What if I am?" He asked after recomposing himself. "And what if I want you to be mine, Rosemarie?" He returned her flirty tone. He figured two could play at this game. But who would win, now that was the real question.
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“Im flattered.” She turned to him, her eyes cheerful and playful, “but you’re not the first to tell me that. Many of the human’s I’ve helped have said the same thing. It’s a constant stream of! ‘I can’t believe my guardian angel is so beautiful’ ‘oh my that’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen’ and the ever classic ‘I want you to be mine, you beautiful angel, but our love is forbidden’.” That last one had been a tease towards him. She mimicked his voice, grinning from ear to ear.
That grin was wiped clean from her face at his next words. She looked nearly shocked, her eyes wide and round. It took her a moment, but she recomposed herself and leaned forwards, grabbing his collar “Prove it~” She purred, her eyes flickering to his lips. This was just supposed to be a tease and a joke but she really wanted to be kissed again by him.
Samule chuckled, and rolled his eyes. "Lucky I'm not human then, huh?" He said once she had finished her long list. Though he did notice the last one. How she seemed to be direct the last one twords him. "First off I don't sound like that, and second, I've never said that. At least not word for word."
The demon took delight at her expression, how she seemed to be completely taken by what he'd said. But then it was his turn to be shocked. He'd been completely caught off guard by her sudden change of aidatude. Not that he minded no, in fact he liked being kept on his toes. It kept things interesting, And so he kissed her. Letting his hands slid around her waist and pulling her closer. Complet forgetting where they were, and mentally telling anyone who was watching to screw off.
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His first few words were nearly forgotten as he actually leaned in and kissed her. She gasped softly, her hand on his collar tightening the other laying flat against his chest. Unconsciously she relaxed in his arms, wrapping one arm around his neck.
Her heart was beating faster than it should have been. She shouldn’t have been enjoying this but she was. She wanted more of it. Rosemarie wanted a demon.
Samule half expected her to push him away. To say she was joking, and tell him that if he ever touched her again she'd stab him. But she didn't. He didn't know why he'd thought that, they had kissed before. So what was so different this time? The fact that he'd given her, her freedom and could have actually run away if she'd so wished?
He smiled into the kiss, the gasp that'd escaped her making him actually happy. "Well," he said pulling away, but not to far, "does that prove it?" He'd stayed close enough so there was barely a few inches between their lips.
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The angel looked blown away, her expression soft and her eyes dazed. She was leaning into him, her whole body nearly pressed against his. “Maybe for a minute… I might need more convincing…” she teased, letting go of his clothes and fixing him up, her eyes flickering to his lips once more. He was so close… it would be so easy to lean back in.
“So, a demon wants an angel. This is forbidden, you know.” She teased him, giggling softly and pressing a small kiss to his lips. “Maybe I long for you too. Just a little bit.”
"Well I'd be more then glad to fully convince you if needed." Samuel noticed when she looked down at his lips, and to be honest he looked down at her lips too. Yes he wanted to kiss the angel again, he was captivated by her.
"Who's gonna stop us?" He asked trailing a finger down her cheek, and drawing little swirls along the way. "Only a little?" He trailed kisses down the side of her face untill her found her lips once again. "I'm sure there's more then just a little want, little angel."
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“No one… we’re on our own here…” she purred, leaning into his touch and shivering. She nodded softly, blushing at the words and kisses.
“There is a lot more than just a little.” She whined, her arms tightening around his neck as their lips met once more. “I’m seriously considering dropping everything I know and joining you…”
"Don't be so quick to pick a demon." Samule said, a smile finding its way to his lips. "We tend to be dangerous, and have a thing for stabbing each other in the back." Its not that he was trying to push her away. If anything he was trying to warn her.
Demons could kill, and then turn around a kiss a beautiful angel. So who was to say they where trust worthy? Who was to say being with one was good? It was part of the reason Samuel had only ever had one night stands with humans. Never staying anywhere long.
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"Are you telling me to run away?" She asked smugly. "That you might hurt me? Baby I'm prepared to have my wings ripped off for you. I'm in this one hundred percent or I'm in this none." Her tone was serious, and the look in her eyes told him she wasn’t going to back down. If anything, Rosemarie knew she was giving herself up to a death sentence. "If you hurt me, I'll understand. You are a demon.”
He had planned to kill her when he first had her trapped. She didn't doubt he could turn violent on her again but she still placed her trust in him. If it got her killed, she had nothing to lose. After all, she had given her soul to him.
(I'm sorry if my writing is dry.)
"I don't intend on being the one to hurt you." Samule smiled, something behind it dark and contradicting his tone, soft. He found himself wanting to be the one protecting her. "I'll make sure you keep your wings." And though he didn't say it, it was implied that he'd kill every other angel there was if he had to.
He wanted her to be in this. He wanted to see how far she'd go for a demon. If she'd try and stop him or help him. What was in store for their future was a secret that not even the fates themselves knew.
He saw how serious she was, he trusted her. Though he did find himself smirking at the fact that she'd called him baby. "Well little angel, if you're in then so am I."
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(No, no, it’s alright. I understand. It’s hard to write sometimes. I’m sorry this is so late, I had work)
His smile brought a small one to her own face. She was shocked at her own words, at the promises she was giving. Would it be too much? Would this all fail? She wasn’t sure, but quite frankly, she didn’t care.
“Mm, I’m glad we are on the same page.” Rosemarie was certain that if her wings had been out her feathers would have been quaking at the way he looked at her.
Samuels smile stayed on his lips. Kind and terrifying, cold, yet some how caring. But he was still a demon, so who cold say what was really behind it? Trusting a demon was playing with fire. But who was really the fool here? The Demon or the Angel? Cold he trust her as much as she seemed to trust him?
"Still feel like killing every demon?" The smile twisted into something wicked, Somehow explaining the blood that he'd had on his knuckles earlier. "I said I'd teach you wouldn't I?" Now he deffently wasn't done drinking, but it could wait. He wasn't so stupid to get caught and thrown in a prison again. Especially if he knew his little trick wouldn't work a second time. To top it off he wouldn't be there for Rosemarie if he did.
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Her eyes flashed dangerously. “I do… Maybe I’ll turn and kill you too one day. But for now, I need you.” She folded her arms, suddenly becoming a little forlorn. “How else will I survive?”
Rosemarie sighed deeply. “We should find our hotel room, no? Then we can get as much alcohol as you want and you can teach me there.”
(I don't officially start my internship untill next month, so I should be here for the rest of June?)
"Kill me if you wish little angel," Samule narrowed his eyes at her. But he wasn't mad, no in fact he was ready for that. He'd have thought her crazy if she wouldn't try. "You can have your soul back if you do."
The demon nodded his head, and slid off his stool offering his arm to the angel. "I prefer more, hands on training." His grin had finally slipped from his face. Leaving something more dangerous in its wake. "There's a few traitors I'd love for you to meet." And by his tone, the meeting would be anything but plesent. At least for the demons that is.
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(Yay! Have fun at your internship fam!)
“You’re very willing to be killed.” She noted, looking over his face with a soft expression. “I’ll never understand demons..” she murmured, more to herself than anyone.
Rosemarie took his arm rather willingly once she had drained her cup. She felt a little sick at the thought of killing but the more she considered how many angels had been killed by a demon’s - especially Samule’s - hands. “As long as I don’t get my wings stained.”
(Ah thanks. I'll try.
Also, you chill with some gore?)
Smaule could say the same, angels truly baffled him. Especially this one, Rosemarie. "Not nescacerly." He remarked, an answer to her first statement, even though he wasn't so sure she'd been looking for one.
"Oh trust me, you won't." And with that the casino bar changed into something different. It was dark and somehow warm. Though warm was an understatement, it was hot. So much so The demon had changed his clothes when their surroundings had. "I don't suggest a dress." He said as he led her down a dark passage.
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(I’m good with gore)
She chose to ignore his phrase, instead looking up at his face in curiosity as the world around began to change. She shuddered slightly at the warmth, knowing very well that she was somewhere many angels didn’t want to go.
Rosemarie nodded at his words and stepped away from him to let her clothing slip into a more comfortable tank top and shorts.
"Keep your wings hidden." Samule warned. It wasn't hell, but it was very close. Demons still hung out around the place. Tormenting the poor souls that where unlucky enough, yet still somehow lucky, to be there. "And don't wonder off."
The demon waited for her to finish before continuing down the halls again. He didn't bother making twists and turns, he trusted the angel. "And especially don't pitty anyone. You'd be dead before you could scream for help."
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She shuddered again, pressing close to him and hiding her wings. Her golden hair was now suddenly a dark brown and incredibly short. Her once stunning icy blue eyes were a dull, stormy color. She made sure to look as forgettable as possible.
“No pity… no wings… got it…” she murmured to him, gently grabbing his clothes for comfort. She was confusing herself. Did she hate the demon or was she falling for him?!
Samule took note on how she changed her appearance. If he was smart he'd do the same. But perhaps he wasn't, or maybe he just wanted everyone to know. The prince of hell was back, and hunting down everyone who'd betrayed him.
"You'll be fine," the demon said as he slid a protective arm around her, holding her close. Why he offered this comfort baffled him, but he also wanted her to be safe. Why? Well that was the exact question he was asking himself.
A few more halls, and a couple twists later, a large door stood before them. Now it was nothing special really. It was a dark color that almost looked black, and seemed to be made of wood.
Samule pushed it open to reveal two demons crumpled on the ground. "After you." He said, something behind his eyes dark and dangerous.
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Despite her instincts screaming not to, she leaned her head against him and drew near. She shivered lightly, looking to the two demons and scowling lightly. They really were awful creatures, looking so low and petty on the ground.
“Is this them?” She asked, scowling. “They don’t look too threatening.”
"They're lowly demons who thought they could rise by telling the angels where I was. The angels let them go, only for another angel to let me go thousands of years later." Samule was referring to Rosemarie. Though he did sound somehow greatful to her.
The two demons had pushed themselves into the farthest corners of the room. Fear written all over their faces. Yet some how they seemed to be planning something. Perhaps to gain favor with the angel before them. "Please." Whimpered one of them as Samule simply handed a knife to Rosemarie.
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Rosemarie shifted lightly at the reminder. She had let him go. If she went off on her own then the angels could easily find her. There were hundreds of them around. She didn’t want her wings taken from her.
She barely registered the knife being pressed into her hand, looking between the two demons and glaring. “I don’t pity you… every demon needs to be purged of this world.” She spat at the whimper, the knife in her hand shaking. Whether it was from anger or fear could be debated. “What do you want me to do, Samule?”
Samule smiled, the demons did not.
"If you see," Samule said, pointing at the knife, "this knife was crafted from blessed wood. Or whatever you angels call it. It was made to kill our kind, by your kind." He narrowed his eyes at the now hissing demons. As if they had the power to fight of their lives right now. And even if they did, they wouldn't for long.
"Simply kill them." He shrugged, a smile still pulling at his lips.
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Rosemarie studied the knife. It felt good in her hand, like it belonged there. She felt some primal instinct filter into her bones and mind as she made her way towards one of the demons and tilted his chin towards her face.
A small smile flickered there for a moment. “You won’t help me?” She asked Samule as she leaned in and pressed her lips to the demon’s in front of her. She drove her knife deep into his chest, feeling a hot liquid leak out onto her hand. Rosemarie pulled back and scowled slightly, wiping her lips as she watched the light die in this demon’s eyes. All angels were able to give a ‘kiss of death.’ It was usually a last resort but she would use it to her advantage.
Samule watched the Angel carefully. He wasn't sure if she'd try and kill him, or Seattle for the demons before her.
He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing as she walked twords the demons. There was something he couldn't quiet describe inside of him. Pride? Fear? A mix of both? Maybe even pitty. Why would he pitty the demons who obviously didn't feel the same about him?
"You seem like you can handle yourself." Said Samule, his teeth gritting together. Watching her kiss the darn thing made him want to kill it himself. But the Angel had beat him to it. And the way she seemed so okay with it almost scared Samule. Almost.
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She looked back to Samule and grinned as she licked her lips. The cheeky angel was trying to get him jealous. It was the reason she had kissed the traitorous demon that now laid dead at her feet.
And yet she felt no emotion towards the creature she had just killed. She viewed them as monstrous objects to be killed. That was why Rosemarie wasn’t bothered.
She moved on to the next demon, giggling as she watched the fear in its eyes grow. “How should I kill this one?” She asked Samule, purring.
