Revelations // Mature Content (Possible R rating) // CLOSED

"Enough" Iona growled her eyes blazing and the very air around them trembling.
"i suppose if they find out on their own it wouldn't be a problem as we still are not able to forcefully make them choose a side. Do you accept these terms of the deal?" She stepped towards the arch angel with her hand outstretched.
Mal narrowed his eyes over the outstretched hand of the Demon. He wanted to butcher it off.

(This is where we left off! Let's gooooooo)

Seth watches the interaction with a rather bored expression. He was tired and wanted to go home and sleep. Not deal with this shit.

Rain nodded and stood up, brushing dust off his clothes and obviously avoiding the hand. "Just don't fuck it up like you do everything." He instructed, opening his wings and preparing to take flight.

Arin* sorry vout that//

Mal swished his wings, feeling slightly relieved. He’d rather the heavy rains in the Human world than that soggy, awkward atmosphere of the Demons. Mal decided to stay with The Archangel, in case the Demons tailed him.

Iona smirked dangerously at Arin, "You're not going to shake on it, darling?" she wiggled the fingers of her outstretched hand. "It's the polite way to seal the deal."

"To bad I don't care for politeness." He said, his ombre wings flapping to gain air or some shit that birds do or whatever. "Ta ta, see ya when you lose."

Iona frowned at the Archangel and tried to reign in her temper. How dare he insult me so…
She was going to enjoy ripping his feathers out one by one… She shivered in delight at the daydream before turning her attention to Malach. She stepped close enough to place her still outstretched hand on his chest. "How about you, lover? Want to shake on it? Make a deal with me?" She tilted her face up and looked at him from under her lashes.

Mal backed away, almost clumsily falling over himself in the haste. He didn’t want a Demon hand on his chest. He didn’t need one on his chest, either. He fell against Arin, the joints of their wings falling together and cutting off Arin’s takeoff.

(Hold on, so is Iona being shipped with anyone?)

Arin fell to the ground, somehow getting up gracefully. He held out a hand to Mal. "You okay there?"

(yes. lol Iona is shipped with anyone. She's a huge flirt.)

Iona watched the angels in amusement. "Oops." she flicked her hand over to examine her nails. "You're dismissed, boys. Go shine your halos or whatever it is you do."

Seth rolls his eyes and chuckles lowly. "Honestly. Angels have no class. I can't wait to crush this." He purrs, his voice sickly sweet. He flutters his wings, his fangs peeping on his lips as he watches them.

(I kinda wanna ship Iona and Mal xD)

Mal glanced at The Archangel. “Er… yeah. I’m okay.” He hastily stood up and bowed slightly. “I apologize.”

(im so down. let's do ittttt)

(Yeeeessssssssss!)

(dies)

(snaps yas fluff yassssss)

(We neeeed the fluff)

(im so down. let's do ittttt)

(Wait I though Arryn and Iona were being shipped?)

por que no los dos?
LOL wait no thats being selfish

(I kinda wanna ship Iona and Mal xD)

Mal glanced at The Archangel. “Er… yeah. I’m okay.” He hastily stood up and bowed slightly. “I apologize.”

Arin awkwardly finger-gunned, losing whatever had made him look responsible in any way whatsoever. "You're a-okay." He said as he spread his wings again and gave Iona the middle finger. To be honest, he could really do almost anything he wanted, Heaven kinda needed him. If they didn't, he would probably be in Hell right now. I guess they need someone to think for them.

Iona growled at the insult before spinning on her heel to face her fellow demons. "Shall we?" she said as she brushed passed them. "We have humans to corrupt."
With a swish of her hips and a lingering wink at Malach, she vanished from the hellscape only to reappear in a club within a bustling city on Earth a moment later. Now she only had to wait until one of those fated humans fell into her lap

"Welp! That's my cue to leave." Arin laughed, popping a sweet into his mouth from who-knows-where and disappearing in a prism of light. He appeared in a small bookshop, he wanted to grab some earthen books while he was here. Plus, at least one of the humans has to be as antisocial as he was.

Mal shifted around on the meetingplace ground, shaking his head. He didn’t like the feeling he got with Demons on Earth. He decided he’d tail Iona, but hopefully she wouldn’t spot him. Mal gave a brief spoken word and disappeared into a flash of light.

Ugh… a club…

Seth chuckles before following after her, humming as he places his hands on his daggers, his cloak swishing behind him. He was ready to have a little fun.

lovino starts to walk towards the hospital. 'maybe this feeling will go away just before I get to the hospital' his feeling starts to die down as he keeps walking.

(my lovely other humans! time to pop in. sorry for the wait!)

You good///

Iona scanned the crowd in the club, tasting the arousal and thinly veiled violence in the air. What a fabulous establishment, she thought to herself. He tossed her long red hair over a pale shoulder and leaned back against the bar. She turned to Seth "If you'd like to make a little mayhem, darling, you are more than welcome to. It's been so long since I've seen you in action."

Mal tucked his wings away and spied out the pair of Demons across the club. He sat at the bar and ordered a rum. He couldn’t help it. Human drinks gave him a buzz he needed and longed for.