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                       Spoiler alert: 

                                                             the ending ain't  h a p p y

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Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.

Princess Arianne Martell (via bloodiedamell)

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                   oh, yeah, there’s a lot of things i would love to say to you…

                                                        ‘ f u c k   y o u ���    comes to mind 

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An almost-sadistic grin curled around the former Seraph’s features- an appearance that by all means should have suited them, yet somehow seemed entirely wrong. This one was new here, that much they could tell.

“Is that so? You had it easy. You know nothing of suffering, coward.” The words escaped their mouth as a low hissing noise, full of complete and utter contempt. Burning eyes narrowed as the demon rose to their full height. Truly, Adrienne had been waiting for such a conflict, and this newly-fallen Archangel would serve that purpose perfectly.

“Agony! Far more painful than yours!”

The demon snarled at the other, narrowing his crocodilian eyes. He never was one to try and one up another demon on their plights.

“Oh fuck off. We’re all in pain here. Get used to it,” Zaleos snapped back.

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The demon looked almost saddened by the news of the fall of the Aztec capital. Truly, they had quite enjoyed their brief stay, although they may have been a bit biased in their opinions. It had been perhaps their favourite place on Earth to have been to, although their experience of humanity hadn’t exactly been varied.

“Eh. I suppose so. Although, not sure ‘thwart’ would be the word I’d use. ‘Corrupt’ is probably a better way to put it. After all, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions!” Adrienne replied as they stepped out of the cab behind her, grinning at their own use of Hell’s most hated cliche.

 “Who knows, maybe I’ve lied about this whole holiday deal and I’m actually here to corrupt you.” They joked, giving the angel a sly look. Honestly, it wouldn’t have been that unreasonable a suggestion, except for the fact that Adrienne preferred angels to Fall of their own accord, and not because they were tempted into it. The latter was far too anticlimactic for their tastes.

“Have I ever tried... what?” Whilst they were no objector to new types of food, it wasn’t a hobby the demon indulged in often, as they usually had better things to do. Nevertheless, they took one step inside the door and instantly regretted not attempting to even brush their hair earlier. This was indeed fancy- far more posh than anywhere Adrienne would have eaten on this trip to Earth, anyways.

Despite this sudden wave of discomfort, the demon did their best to retain their nonchalant composure and resisted the urge to miracle themselves into something more formal. Of all things to whom to admit defeat, a human restaurant’s dress code would not be one of them.

Adrienne didn’t know what the dress code for somewhere ‘a bit posh’ was, but judging by the angel’s attire, it was pretty damn fancy. The demon glanced around the room, searching their brain for something to wear that wasn’t entirely inappropriate. In other circumstances, they likely wouldn’t care, but for some reason they felt that if Rahel was going to be dressing up, they probably should too.

After a few seconds, Adrienne clicked their fingers and was wearing a red A-line cocktail dress, a leather jacket, and a pair of platform heels. No attempt was made to tame their rather unruly hair, though. That was an extra effort that the demon was most certainly not willing to make. Soon enough, the dark red scars and burns on their legs and chest faded away into their natural skin tone, although if the demon were to remove their jacket, the dark black scorch marks on their shoulderblades would likely be painfully obvious. They soon flashed a grin at the angel, looking her up and down.

“Looking good, Angelface!” Adrienne laughed, although they did genuinely mean it. Rahel looked objectively amazing in that outfit, although they had sort of expected her to. From their experience, angels tended to care a lot about appearances, yet somehow the majority of the fashion choices made were questionable at best.

“So do you have a car or do you wanna take my bike or do we have another way to get there?” They asked, figuring that Rahel could probably fit on the back of their motorbike if she wanted to. An extra helmet wouldn’t be hard to come by, anyways.

“Nicely done.”  Rahel said in a rather appraising tone.  She’d let the leather jacket go, never mind that there were plenty of long sleeved cocktail dresses.  Who was she to judge?  Thought the angel.

Though she’d look appropriately scandalized at the thought of riding a motorbike across London, in a dress no less.  The angel thought Adrienne would rather enjoy the look on her face and let her get any laughter out of her system before continuing.  “I don’t, but there are plenty of cabs available.”  One was ever so conveniently pulling up to the curb as they spoke.  Picking up a small clutch purse, Rahel would wait for the demon to exit so she could lock up the shop.

“Have you ever eaten in a restaurant?”  As this would prove informative or at least interesting.  Either way, Rahel would be surprised if they were allowed back after this.

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Why should I apologize                                for the monster I’ve become…

… when no one has apologized                                              for making me this way?

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                                                     you were made to kill                                                      so start playing your fucking part.

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             if you’re gonna hit me, hit me  ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ                         cause you better  knock me out  the  𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝  time

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I wish I didn’t.

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                    I’ve got some  b a d  intentions           ———     ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴀs ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇᴅ ! !

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Adrienne tried not to raise an eyebrow at the angel’s strange word choice. Exactly how little time did she spend in Heaven? Not that they could blame her, of course. Heaven was probably quite boring now. They couldn’t imagine that the aftermath of the Fall would have allowed the atmosphere to return to normal.

“Well, I guess I’ve travelled a bit, but mostly on business. I’ve spent time in Rome and Tenochtitlan, causing chaos all around, really.” They shrugged, clearly unaware of the fall of the Aztec capital. It was probably lucky for the demon that the cab driver wasn’t paying any attention to the conversation. After all, humans don’t generally claim to have stayed in ancient cities which had ceased to exist hundreds of years ago.

“I’m sure it has. Huma- People are... funny. I’m not sure whether or not I like them. In many ways, they’re pathetic little creatures, but their need to rebel and their capacity for evil is entertaining. Almost endearing, really.” Adrienne grinned. At least there was some part of humanity that they didn’t despise. The demon also loved their artistic and musical abilities and their need to create and express themselves, but that wasn’t something that they were willing to admit- they had a reputation to uphold, after all. This was certainly an interesting angel, however: ‘skulking’ would certainly be an activity with a more demonic association.

“So what exactly have you been doing up here for so long?” It was certainly odd for angels to spend so much time on Earth, and the demon wondered which choir would have been assigned so much time amongst humanity. They would have surely hated it- even in Heaven humanity had been regarded as lesser creatures, although most of the Heavenly Host would have never admitted that for fear of offending the Almighty.

Adrienne didn’t know what the dress code for somewhere ‘a bit posh’ was, but judging by the angel’s attire, it was pretty damn fancy. The demon glanced around the room, searching their brain for something to wear that wasn’t entirely inappropriate. In other circumstances, they likely wouldn’t care, but for some reason they felt that if Rahel was going to be dressing up, they probably should too.

After a few seconds, Adrienne clicked their fingers and was wearing a red A-line cocktail dress, a leather jacket, and a pair of platform heels. No attempt was made to tame their rather unruly hair, though. That was an extra effort that the demon was most certainly not willing to make. Soon enough, the dark red scars and burns on their legs and chest faded away into their natural skin tone, although if the demon were to remove their jacket, the dark black scorch marks on their shoulderblades would likely be painfully obvious. They soon flashed a grin at the angel, looking her up and down.

“Looking good, Angelface!” Adrienne laughed, although they did genuinely mean it. Rahel looked objectively amazing in that outfit, although they had sort of expected her to. From their experience, angels tended to care a lot about appearances, yet somehow the majority of the fashion choices made were questionable at best.

“So do you have a car or do you wanna take my bike or do we have another way to get there?” They asked, figuring that Rahel could probably fit on the back of their motorbike if she wanted to. An extra helmet wouldn’t be hard to come by, anyways.

“Nicely done.”  Rahel said in a rather appraising tone.  She’d let the leather jacket go, never mind that there were plenty of long sleeved cocktail dresses.  Who was she to judge?  Thought the angel.

Though she’d look appropriately scandalized at the thought of riding a motorbike across London, in a dress no less.  The angel thought Adrienne would rather enjoy the look on her face and let her get any laughter out of her system before continuing.  “I don’t, but there are plenty of cabs available.”  One was ever so conveniently pulling up to the curb as they spoke.  Picking up a small clutch purse, Rahel would wait for the demon to exit so she could lock up the shop.

“Have you ever eaten in a restaurant?”  As this would prove informative or at least interesting.  Either way, Rahel would be surprised if they were allowed back after this.

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