"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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
(I'm so sorry I've been gone so long. I was having trouble finding the motivation to hop on notebook and respond to my RP's)
Was Samule boiling with jealously? Yes. Did he want to be? Absolutely not. But still he grinned at her. Two could play at this game. Though his goal would be something much other then jealousy. So the demon stalked up behind her, slid his hands around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. The grin never leaving his face.
He narrowed his eyes at the lowly demon before them. "I'd like to get answers out of this one first." And the way his words sounded ment he'd be anything but nice. "Though you could stab him if you wanted." Heck she could have stabbed Samule. He still didn't know what was going on in her head. For all he knew she'd kill them then him and drag his corps back to the angels to prove she wasn't a traitor.
(You’re alright. It’s hard to write sometimes. It’s hard to have motivation to do a lot of stuff I get it.)
Rosemarie gasped at his touch, her eyes wide and shocked. He was so close and so warm… his voice made her shudder. Whether that was in delight or fear not even she could tell.
“I-I’d be happy to do so.” She murmured, blushing a light pink and turning her face away from his. She could not be falling for Samule. He was a prince of hell! But the way he teased her and touched her was all far too seductive. The angel could hardly breath she was so stricken by what he had just done.
bingo, Samule thought smugly, at her reaction. Though his eyes never left the cowering demon. Perhaps it was the thought of simply being stabbed and then being left to heal that scared it so much. Death was to good for it. Death would have been a mercy.
Samule pulled away though he didn't bother stepping to far away. He was still there, watching over her shoulder even though every inch of him screamed at him to back up. To get away from the murderous Angel with a knife. "Just make sure it will survive."
The angel shook from head to toe. She glanced at Samule and blinked, holding up the knife. She was still in shock. “Samule, May we talk after this?” She asked him softly, kneeling in front of the traitor demon and purring softly, masking her shaken state with more flirtatious actions.
“Should I give this one a kiss too?” She asked Samule sweetly, smirking back at him as she drove the knife into the demon’s shoulder, blood splattering on her clothes.
Samule froze for a second. He had nothing to be afraid of, he could heal easily, but the way she held up the knife, that made him tense. "Of course." He said once he realized he was being silly, and stupid. Though now he was even more scared. Half the time when a girl asked to talk things really never ended well for him, especially when that girl was a demon. But he had nothing to fear from and angel, at least he hoped.
Samule rolled his eyes at her remark, "wouldn't that kill it?" Though it sounded more matter-of-factly, then so a question.
As soon as the knife had entered the demons shoulder and they cried out in agony, the room quickly changed into something much more plesent. Cream colored walls, brightly lit by lamps that hung high, and a dark wood floor that seemed like it would clash with the walls if the room had been any darker. Off to the side a door stood with a small number in the corner. "What did you need to talk about?" Asked Samule as he let his eyes adjust to the brightness of the hotel hall way.
The angel blinked in surprise at the change in scenery, her eyes falling onto the demon as she returned to her blue-eyed, blonde-haired self. She let her eyes fall onto Samule as he spoke, changing her outfit to a pretty white dress. She loved being the stereotypical angel, especially now that she belonged to this demon.
“I wanted to know what you thought of me.” She said simply, her eyes locking with his. “What your interest in me is. Why you choose to get so close and fluster me like you do.” She wasn’t complaining, she liked the touching to her own disbelief but she would never let him touch her again if his intentions were sinister.
Rosemarie hugged herself, remembering how it felt to have him looped around her waist, how it felt when he breathed against her neck. It made her shudder.
"What I think of you?" Samule took a moment to think. Though it was more then a moment. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, not daring to brake the eye contact with the angel. Though instead of giving an answer he shot how own question back. "Why try and make me jealous?"
The demon wasn't upset, though he was curious. In fact he had been for some time now. "Hey what's wrong?" He asked, when he saw the angel hugging herself. "Look if it upsets you I'll stop."
She nodded, her face twisting into confusion when he shot back a question at her. “Because I was curious to see if you’d react. I was curious to see if I had managed to charm a demon…” she whispered, breaking the eye contact and looking away.
“I’m fine… you don’t make me uncomfortable. In fact, I find myself liking it when you get close and touch me with your rough hands…” she admitted, hugging herself tighter. “I just don’t understand it all. Why do I like it? Are you just playing with me? Is there something sinister in your actions?”
The thing is she had charmed him. A demon, prince of hell. Charmed by an angel of all things. Something he was made to go against. To hate with every fiber in his body. But he didn't, couldn't.
"There's nothing sinister about it." Samuel looked for a way to explain it. He was just, drawn to her. How could he explain that? "I'm not toying with you, Rosemarie. If I was I wouldn't care what you thought. But I do care. And I don't know why I do, nor why you like being touched." Gosh this was all just one big disaster. One that the demon wisjed he could fix.
And that angel was completely stricken by this prince of hell. She might as well become a hell-fallen angel now. She was crushing on the main demon she was supposed to avoid, to kill even. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. He had kind eyes and he did let her free.
Her wide, watery blue eyes looked to his face for any sign of him lying to her, for any untruthfulness in his actions. There wasn’t anything to look for. “You… care?” She asked softly, her breath hitching in her throat. “Even after I threatened to kill you…? Even after you know what I am, what it would mean if you fell for me?”
"I gave you permission to, Hadn't i?" Samuel found a ghost of a smile. Something almost sad. Because if she'd tried after he'd fallen for her, chances are he'd have let her. "Besides I've known what you where. Known what would happen." He reached out and placed a hand on her cheek, holding her face in his hands.
"I care. I care more then I'd like." Because he knew what would happen. The demon knew there would be consequences. But he didn't want to deal with them right now. Not if he could keep running, and keep the Angel safe.
Without really meaning to, Rosemarie leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and letting a small smile flicker across her face. It felt nice to have someone touch her so lovingly. Even if it was the prince of hell.
She took his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. “I care too… a lot more than I should as well… I don’t know what it is about you… you threatened to kill me, you wanted to use me… but-“ she cut herself off and stepped into his chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck. “I find myself wanting to be near to you…”
Samuel wrapped his arms around the angel, breathing her sent in, He sighed deeply. The demon wanted to be around her, to be able to protect her. "I wanna be near you too." He didn't bother talking loudly, but much rather just above a whisper.
(Sorry this ones so short.)
Rosemarie bit her lip. She tangled her fingers into his hair and held him close. She didn’t want him to step away. “Then I’m yours, Samuel… I gave you my soul and now you can have my heart.” She murmured, pressing her lips against his.
The kiss was a short one but it was still enough to let Rosemarie portray all of her emotions for him. A subtle happiness replaces the anger she felt for him.
(You’re ok!)
(Sorry I thought I responded! Sksksksk and again sorry its so short I'm really outta motivation lately. Sksksksk)
Samuel wanted the kiss to last longer, but once it was broke off he didn't try and prolong it. "You've had my heart for a while now, Rosemarie." He rested his forehead on hers. Taking in every little moment.