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Started May 04, 2019 by @Dirt

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Samule rolled his eyes, "we've been over this. I'm not gonna hurt you." With that he started out of the bar, of course not even bothering to pay. Though he did stop at the door and look back at her to see if she was coming.

Rosemarie followed carefully, her steps weary and hesitant. She could run. She could fly away. But was it worth it? He’d definitely catch her before she got too far. And then she’d be in trouble. She’d be in some big trouble. Marie didn’t want to have that happen. She wanted to be able to see the sun, to be at least somewhat free.

Her eyes flickered to his face again. “I’m coming…” she murmured, sulking after him like a chained puppy. In a way, she was chained.

Samule smiled at her fear. He hadn't really ment for her to be afraid of him, it just kinda happened. And even if she wasn't scared now chances are she would have eventually.

"Lighten up," he said at the walked back to the hotel. Of course he could just snap his fingers and they'd be there, but where was the fun in that?

She glared at him, shaking her head. This angel was gong through so many mood swings she thought for sure she was dreaming or crazy. “You can tell me to stay but I am not going to change my mood for you.” She huffed, picking up the pace so that she passed him. She just wanted to get there. To be alone for a minute.

She wanted to sleep. That would help clear her mind. She just needed a moment, just a small little nap.

He rolled his eyes, but kept his pace. Happily letting her pass him. He wasn't in the mood to be petty, especially when he'd already pissed her off enough.

"You can make it the rest of the way right?" He had stoped, his gaze falling on a building as if he wished it'd burn down. "There's someone here that I need to talk to." Though his tone made it sound more like he was there to kill.

“Yes I can.” She murmured, looking at him and frowning. Her wings sprouted from her back, a soft sigh leaving her throat. “I’ll be at the apartment, sleeping.” She told him firmly, taking off suddenly and sighing.

Marie wanted as far away from him as possible.

"Sleep well then, little angel." Samule waved to her as she took off, and began his way to the building. He knew it wasn't just one who betrayed him. In fact it was quite a few. They all had band together to help the angels capture him, and in turn the angels let them live. But now Samule was free, and those who betrayed him, oh they had hell to pay.

The petite angel took a moment to look down at the beautiful city below her, finding herself missing its streets already. There was a high possibility she’d never get to see it again and so she vowed to never forget this sight.

As she touched down at the apartment, she sighed, stretching out her arms and legs before entering. She slid down the door and hugged her knees to her chest.

"How long did you think I'd be locked away?" Samule asked, leaning on a wall behind someone. They froze. The building was a factory so its noises to over, though Samule could still hear their breathing go rigged. "I'm sure it was nice, pretending I'd be gone forever." He held a piece of glass in his hand. He could kill them. Or, he could let the angel. After all, it was angels they'd worked with. So why not let them be betrayed as he was?

Marie took in a shaky breath, closing her eyes and building up the courage to stand once more. She moved to the bed and flopped onto it, her wings falling off the edges and gracing the floor. She didn’t bother folding them nor changing to her ‘human’ form. Instead she just laid until her exhaustion took over and she fell asleep, her breathing soft and gentle, her pretty face calm.

It didn't take long before Samule had finished his "business", and not wanting to take away the angels free time he decided he'd hunt down a few more, throw them into a prison, and wait for later. After all he did want them to suffer a bit more before dying.

Once done he stood in the hotel room, he to was rather tired, but the angel looked so comfortable he ended up just laying on the floor. He didn't have an actual bed back in his cell, so if anything he was used to the floor. Though sleeping left him wide open to any attacks.

If Marie would have been awake, she would have appreciated the free time. She was longing to be alone and collect her thoughts. But sleep was more important. She woke up sometime after he had returned, stretching and looking around as she pulled the blankets over her body. Her feathers ruffled and rattled when she remembered where she was.

And who was now sleeping on the floor. She growled under her breath nd flopped back down.

Sometime in his sleep his wings had decided to make an appearance, and he used them as a blanket. Making him look innocent. His face was soft, and not in some permanent scowl, and if it weren't for the wings he'd have looked like a man in his early twenties.
Samuels breathing was slow and soft, almost as if he was snoring quietly as to not wake Marie. Though who could say, after all he was asleep. He rolled over onto his side, his head at an awkward angle. Meaning he'd have some neck pains when he awoke.

The angel shook her head, sliding out of the bed and moving to gently tilt his head back to a normal angle. Looking at him now Marie decided he was rather handsome, and Maybe if he wasn’t a demon holding her captive she would probably think him her type. The angel huffed, stretching out her wings and body again while making her way to the kitchen area. As she walked she let her magic change her clothing into a long nightgown that showed off her collarbones and legs. Sure it was rather showy but now she could be classified as a fallen. She could be as iffy as she wanted.

If it wasn't so obvious Samule was asleep, it could have sounded like he mumbled a small thank you. Perhaps talking in his sleep, it wouldn't have been the first time that's for sure. He seemed to mumble some more incoherent words, almost sounding like another language entirely.

Rosemarie glanced at him, slightly confused. He was a strange demon. The way he spoke to her was completely different than what he did. He always threatened her, he had told her to watch her back. And she listened but he also seemed to take pity on her. Was he trying to be nice or was he trying to get her into a false sense of security?

She grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water, half tempted to throw it on the sleeping demon. But then again, she kind of liked her wings and didn’t want him to ruin them. They were still out, dragging behind her and limp. The dirty feathers still looked beautiful, the silver catching the light as she turned.

All of a sudden Samule jerked awake looking half startled, Like he'd just seen a ghost. But he hadn't. He thought he was still in that awful prison cell. But he wasn't. He rubbed his face, getting rid of any bit of tiredness that'd lingered.

He looked up at the angel and raised an eyebrow, "someone's showing a bit of skin." He teased, but it wasn't really in a creepy way. More of an old friend, again something that made him seem almost normal.

She blushed at his tease, crossing her arms over her chest. “Shut up… I can show as much as I want to now.” She replied, shifting nervously under his gaze, she didn’t like it. She felt like a mouse being sized up by cat. “I-is it bad?” She skied after a momsnt or two, her eyes lowering.

Was it too much? Was it all too immodest? “Tell me if it’s too much…”

"No, no. Its perfect." Samule yawned and stretched. "You took to the whole freedom from being an angel quiet well. Also thanks for not slitting my throat in my sleep?" He seemed genuinely human once more. No threats, nothing that made him up to be a demon except the wings that sprawled out of the floor behind him.

"Its fine, don't worry about it. You look nice. What time is it?" He stood as he spoke, and stretched out his aching back. He grumbled something that sounded oddly fimillier to, 'I swear that floor is harder then I'm used to.' but who could really know.

“I only have three chances. I have to save them. And it’s really not fair to attack when you’re so vulnerable.” She replied simply, shaking her wings out and looking down at the dirty feathers sadly. “Thank you.” She stated firmly, looking at him as he stretched and stood. “I’m not sure. I’ve been asleep .” She admitted. “Is it still late?”

Samule noticed how she looked at her wings, "you can wash up, you know that right? I might be mean, but I'm not that strict." He waddled over to the kitchen, seeming still partly asleep and grabbed his own glass of water.

He looked at the clock on the wall, "more like kinda early- say, have you ever been to a five star hotel?" A wicked grin crossed his lips, any features that made him seem normal now gone.

She nodded softly, fluffing out her feathers and pulling a few loose ones. “So it’s early still?” She yawned softly, tugging down her nightgown. Even though he was her captor she felt a little bit safer around him. He hadn’t done anything yet like he had promised.

Her head snapped to him at the mention of a better hotel. “No… I have not. What are you planning?”

"Well this place is rather, prison like. And after being in prison for so long I'm craving the finer things of life. So what do you say, little Angel. Would you prefer something nicer?" And again his smile changed. This time to home thing more kind.

“I would enjoy something less prison-like.” She admitted, watching him carefully. “Can we go to a better hotel?”

The angel fluttered her wings and watched a few dust and dirt particles float away from her festhers.

"Of course." Samule snapped his fingers, his clothing changing into something much more elegant. His wings disappearing and his hair style seeming to have gell in it now. Oh the things magic could do.

"I'm thinking LA. What about you, little angel?" His grin grew. He could already taste the liquor, and see cosinos spread before him.