Samule took into consideration her words, tensed the whole time. He wasn't sure when she'd take her next hit, and he was not looking forward to the knife.
He, of course, excepted the first blow but jumped back when she swung her dagger. "Hey hey hey, I said I'd let you hit me, not stab."
“You don’t get considerations.” She hissed. “So what’s a little stab, you’re clearly able to heal yourself in some way.” She growled. Rosemarie wasn’t going to have it today. She was going to release all of her pent up anger on him.
“And after everything I’ve been through today I deserve a little anger management.”
"Wow, you've had a bad day. Get over it." Samule rolled his eyes again. "I've been in a prison for years. I should be on an angle killing spree right now. But no, I'm here letting you attack me." Though he didn't completely mind. As she did say, he could heal himself some how.
“You deserve to be in prison.” She spat back. “You’re unholy, ruthless. Suck it up. Angels are out here helping the world while you tear it down.” She lashed out at him, growling under her breath.
“I pledged to never kill a demon, thinking ‘oh they at least deserve a chance’ but how naive that was! Now I see you kill demon’s on sight… not a single one of them deserves to live.” Marie was filled with a powerful hate now. She wanted nothing more than to kill this demon in front of her.
"Stupid stupid angle." Samule took a step closer to her, his eyes locked on hers. "God made us both so if you have a problem take it up with him." He was radiating heat now. Any amount of cold quickly being snuffed out. "And you can't kill demons, you're to weak." He spit the last part out as if wanting to inflict damage. The demon had tried to be nice, but this angle was missing him off. Even if she was speaking the truth.
“Maybe I’ll become a fallen anyways. I’ll refuse to get my wings cut and instead I’ll dedicate my life killing you.” She spat back. Though his words hurt she still attacked, blinded by the tears that fell down her face. “I’ll kill you all… I’ll…” she dropped to her knees, letting the dagger fall from her hands. She didn’t care if she died anymore. She was just plain desperate to get away from this creature.
Samule watched the pitiful mess of an angle infrount of him. "If you're gonna kill me, then you really shouldn't cry infrount of me." He fround and again crouched so he was at her level.
"I'm going to teach you how to kill demons, how does that sound?" He didn't really mind betraying his own kind. In fact he knew many other demons that'd gladly betray him first chance they got.
“Leave me alone!” She wailed, trying to brush the tears from her eyes along with her hair. She glanced up at him and groaned.
“Teach me? Why would you do that? Why would you ever do that? Is it some sick joke?! Are you going to kill me after?” Though the words were harsh, her voice was a near whisper.
Samule crawled back a few, so he wasn't so close. "You should really at least try to be nice." His tone completely calm. He had no reason to be mad at her. In fact if he was in her position he'd act the same too.
"Its not a joke," he said rolling his eyes. "If I wanted to kill you I would have by now. Do you think I'd really put up with this much just to kill you?"
“To my kidnapper!? No… you don’t deserve my kindness.” She replied, hiding her wings and taking on her ‘human’ appearance once more.
“If I’m being honest… yes. I’m one hundred percent sure you’d do that.” She growled.
He put his head in his hands. Acting as if he had a head ache. "And you don't deserve mine but here I am, pitying you." now if anything Samule was annoyed.
"You don't know me, you don't know what I'd do, and if anything you're starting to make me regret this."
“I don’t want your pity.” She hissed. The angel seemed to have snapped. The once bright and bubbly personality turned hostile and cold. And rather depressed.
“Then just leave me be. Leave me be or kill me…” she whispered, refusing to look up at him. “I just want to leave…”
"See that's the thing, I can't just let you go. you, my little angle, could decide to try and redeem yourself by bringing one of your buddies around. I'd really rather not deal with any ArcAngles."
He glared at her, "and killing you would be to nice. After what you've done? Freed the prince of hell, a do believe death would be to good."
She lowered her head, looking absolutely crushed. She didn’t stand back up, instead looking to the dagger. She grabbed it quickly, looking at him with dark eyes. “No, but I can die to other causes….” she lifted its “Such as by my own hand.”
Her arms quivered as she readied to plunge the blade into her chest, her eyes squeezed shut.
Samule rolled his eyes at her drmaticness. He was about ready to let her do it. Its not like it'd be his fault, besides he was a demon he shouldn't have cared. But he did. Maybe all that time locked away gave him some kind of kindness in his heart.
He snatched the blade from her, and quickly made it disappear. "What did I say? Dying is to good for you. So stop sulking and get your life together."
She glared up at him when he took it away. She wanted to be dramatic. He wasn’t letting her. She wanted to die.
“Why is that any better?” She asked softly. Marie stood up to move to the bed, flopping onto it. “I won’t be an angel anymore.”
"They probably don't even know it was you yet, calm down. Besides, your life was boring. Have a little fun and embrace being a fallen."
Samule readjusted his sitting position on the floor so he could watch her. "You can still be good if you really want to. But now, you can also have fun."
“Fun? What do you mean?” She asked softly, sitting up and staring him down. “Like as in…?” She trailed off, not sure what he meant at all.
She blinked her eyes at him. “And I assume you’re going to teach me how to have fun?”
A smile crossed Samuels lips, he stood and made his way to where the door once was. "Ever been drinking before?" He asked, a new tone in his voice.
If anythung, when this day started he deffently didn't think he'd be inviting a once Angel to go drinking with him. In fact he only expected the same old cell for the rest of eternity.
Her eyes widened in horror. “No! Never! Why would I ever drink!?” She asked softly, looking a little disgusted by the thought of it.
“Are you inviting me to drink? With you?” She didn’t understand this demon one bit. First he threatened to break her wings and now he was inviting her to drink.
"Because its fun." He said, the smile still playing on his lips. He made the door apear and opened it. It looked almost like a portal to another world, as the hallways was no where near as bright or colorful as the room.
"Yes, its either that or you stay here all night." A taunt, but it's not like he cared either way. After all Samule had been letting his guard down. Especially after he found out the angel couldn't do anything against him. "Take it or leave it, little angel."
Rosemarie carefully took a step towards the door, afraid it would all be some sort of trap. She felt like a mouse who had been caught by a cat. And now that cat was toying with her until it decided she was boring.
“I don’t want to be alone…” she admitted, looking at him before her eyes fell to the floor. “Lead the way…”
"Good choice." Samule winked and did as she said, he led the way.
Of course he picked a very run down place, as it wouldn't be as crowded. Either he liked run down places or he couldn't find anything better, he didn't really know. Maybe it had something to do with being locked away for so long.
Marie shivered at the place, her eyes wandering around the worn out walls. She didn’t like this. Not one bit. “I-I don’t want anything alcoholic.” She stammered, afraid to leave his side in case something happened. “I’ve never drank…”
(I just noticed I never asked this, but what rating do you want this to be?)
He considered her words for a second, "that's fine." He said referring to what she'd first said. Of course he knew she'd never drank before. She was an angel, pure and innocent.
Samule on the other hand could be considered an alcoholic, though he hands had a drink in years.
He pointed to a table in the corner, "sit over there, I'll be right back." He narrowed his eyes at her, a cold warning that she'd better still be there when he did come back.