#//watch her trigger the angelic security next round lmao

[originemesis]

@chasingrainbcws xxx

❝ --- Are you kidding me ?! ❞ She snaps, her frustration boiling over like a kettle left too long unattended. It made his little impromptu flambé prank look like a snuffed match. How much abuse was she possibly meant to take before kindness gave way to rage ? Pale palms slam against the table as she pushes herself up, the chair sliding back behind her as the cherub makes himself scarce. If it were anyone but Adam, the unnatural manner in which an unseen wind fans her hair like flames coupled with the smoldering scarlet consuming the whites of her eyes may be intimidating... but to him, it was likely little more than amusing --- in fact, it was probably exactly what he wanted. She so loathed to give it to him... but he was treating this with such blatant and dismissive boorishness... ! This wasn't a joke to her ! He was actively threatening everything she held dear; how was she meant to respond ? How could even she, with her kind heart and forgiving nature, not feel anger... ?

❝ What do you mean, what do I got ?! You've backed me into a corner and left me with no options ! And I am not your BITCH ! ❞ It isn't like her to cause a scene... but this professional business negotiation had turned into a hostile takeover; Heaven was blatantly declaring war ! ... And it was a war that Hell couldn't win. He knew that, but still prodded her to keep trying --- pretended that he might be convinced, that there was a way out of this ! He's infuriating ! She snarls, slowly trying to swallow her anger as she sits... palms still flat on the table with ichor claws digging into the glass. Her teeth feel sharper... her horns protruding from her temples. ❝ This is not a negotiation... it's a threat ! What the fuck does Heaven expect us to do ?! Lie down like dogs and just die to make your lives easier ?! Well fuck that ! If you want a fight, you'll get one --- and we might lose, but something tells me that Sera won't be very happy to hear that because you couldn't handle a simple negotiation, Heaven and Hell are going to war ! ❞ No... no, she wouldn't be. Sera wanted to keep the peace, above all else. Even if she had signed that approval... she likely was banking on the fact that Charlie would give in. If she heard that Hell planned to fight back --- then all of Heaven and its denizens could be at risk... and who would the blame for that fall on ? ❝ --- There has to be another way. ❞

Oh, so there's her mother's temper. It looked far more clownish on her- must have been the cheeks. Where Lilith's flash fury might have caused him to sit up a little straighter and work at taming a grimace into a grin, her demonic display is met with a yawn and a resting of his cheek into the grooves of his knuckles. When is a twerp like her going to realize that her role in this ten thousand year old drama is minimal at best? Well, unless she keeps showing her ass long enough for heaven's angelic security system to detect her fuming.

That'd be fun. Enough for him not to mention it even. Of course even if he wanted to, there was the matter of bread sticks and the third or fourth one he's sliding through his mask in one firm push. The chewing sounds happen behind the flash of firmly latched teeth, and he takes his time of the task before she gets a response. And it's apparently well worth the wait for him to have collected his thoughts when he hits her with the ever prophetic "-nah." As in nah, he wasn't kidding, and she was making an ass out of herself for no reason in particular. Just a little spilled blood of no one she should give a second thought over and likely didn't until it was him doing the spilling- oh well. She could be a hypocrite so long as she stayed hot.

"I mean what do you got? We're still negotiating ~ babe. No one said this is the final draft. Though I guess if you're too ah... rabid-" he denotes, flaring talons towards her unkempt demeanor "to put this little deal-a-roo to bed already, we can settle on the council's rendition and I can go on an extended paid vacation. 'Cause let's be real, hell warring with heaven? You might as well be farting into a hurricane." Clicking his teeth, he sets about stacking the documents one by one in order starting from the last and building to the first page by way of his angelic levitation curated by a simple swirl of a talon tip. Halfway through the stacking, he pauses on one page as if its contents had only just caught his attention, and he directs her attention to the fourth or so paragraph down by snapping his fingers and highlighting the passage in gold lettering.

"Real cute of you to mention my boss though, Karen. But I assure you she's more than happy that I'm the one having to orchestrate these... enriching encounters." Though by the way he grinds that out behind a forced grin, it's not the first word that came to mind. Another snap and the golden text begins to glow, prompting the blood moons of her gaze to follow.

"Tell you what. Us reaching any other agreement here is going to cancel out the council's recommendations. You- aren't in favor of my kick ass plan of multi-layer exterminations. So it seems we're at an impasse... unless-" Folding his talons, he rests his chin atop them, a knowing smile twitching at the corner of his mouth as he watches her skim the section.

"-unless your people were to become my people, of course." Nothing like keeping a diplomatic partner under strategic surveillance like a pre-arranged marriage ~