(Could we have a no one-liner rule?)
A man of extravagant height landed, his huge angelic white wings held out behind him.
This is my contact? Huh…
“Oh yeah? What are ypu going to do?” Snapped one of the gangsters.
The man gave a mighty bash of his wings and that man lie dead at her feet, his chest burst in with blood oozing out of his mouth.
(Yea sorry)
Aliyia flinches. "Angels…." She hisses, before hiding in shadows that grew out of nowhere.
The Angel let the other two men run, their leader killed, and turned to the Demon residing in the shadows.
“You hailed for a Guardian Angel.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
Aliyia hisses, batting at him. "Why would a demon hail are Guardian Angel?" She asks quietly, but never hurt him.
Mal gave her a look of disgust. “I have no idea. But you called for one.”
Aliyia pauses, then stands straight. "While thank you, but I have to get back…" She trails off. She had been kicked out of hell because of how nice she was for a demon.
Mal shook his wings out. “I can’t leave you, though.” He slammed his spear into the ground. It made a hole.
"What do you mean, you can't leave me?" Ailyia asks quietly.
“I am your Guardian Angel!” Mal exclaimed angrily. “What kind of GA would I be if I left you?”
"Why would a demon need a GA?!" Aliyia argues back
Mal huffed at her. “I have no idea! You called for one, so here I am!”
"I never called for one." Aliyia states, walking away.
Mal walked after her, rolling his eyes. There was no denying that a signal of help had come from her.
Aliyia hisses, walking away. "Just leave me alone…"
Mal ignored her. “I can’t leave you alone. I am your Guardian.”
"I don't need a Guardian alright?!" Aliyia turns back, screaming.
Mal seemed unaffected. “You might sooner or later. Now you’re stuck with one.”
Aliyia hated this. "I guess you need a place to stay then." She says calmly.
Mal shrugged. “I suppose I do,” He remarked this snidely, when he realized how annoyed he was making her.
"Come on." Aliyia states before leaving.
Mal followed her, dashing his spear through a loop in his robes. He glanced around the city, his wings flapping.
"And hide the wings." Aliyia calls from behind her.
“No one can see me, smart one,” Mal remarked immediately. “Just keep walking and look pretty.”
Aliyia hisses, but looks forward, running a hand through her raven hair to fix it. "I hate you"
“Congrats. You are part of the many people who do.” Mal scowled at the back of her head.