#clawingthroughhell

[annatheangelmilton-archived]

"Can I help you?"

[deathisaforlornhowl]

The current town she was in was quiet which was something she enjoyed. They had a rather nice burger place. Who knew cooked meat could taste so good? She was sitting at the diner waiting for her meal when she caught the scent of sulfur. It definitely wasn’t coming off of her, no she just retained a lingering wet dog smell. Getting up from her table, she couldn’t help but follow then scent. There was obviously a demon in the area.

[thesamevicvega-archive]

Messy business

From the one of his canaries Vic learned that in a few days one large jewelry store in New Jersey will carry cash and stones in the bank. It might be a pretty penny, if the job will be done clean. Vic wasn't going to report Joe Cabot or share the information with Nice Guy Eddie and his gang. This would mean that he'll either not be able to participate in, or his interest will be the part of the part, that Joe will appoint. So he kept this to himself. In the view of Vic the case was trifling, to stop the lorry, neutralize the driver and bodyguard, resite the car in a closed alley, move the cargo to the other car and divide the prey outside the city. But for all this he needed the second in command and it should be no one from Cabot's contacts.

With all this thoughts Vic was sitting at the bar beside the counter drinking beer, smoking and looking around. If he didn't find the partner, the yummy lorry will succesfully come to it's destination and all the money and rocks will go to civillians or settle in the vaults of the bank.

His eyes fell on the far table, where sat one lonely guy. He clearly didn't want to attract attention and looked quite desperate, which indicated that he was either a cop or a brother in arms. Coming to him just like that wasn't a good idea and Vic decided to provoke the guy. There was a cute blonde girl next to him, he put his hand on her and started to flirt, pretty rough and dirty, eyes never left the guy at the table.

[jatamansi-arc]

“There’s too many people in this world. We need a new plague.”

“Dude, I work with dead people. In my house. The last thing I need is any more pathogens that can possibly kill me.”

[maneatiing-blog]

clawingthroughhell

The smell. The smell was the first thing that hit her as the door opened, rushing and hitting her senses like a freight train. Rich like fresh turned earth, hot with cumin, and... vetiver. She hadn't known those scents in the longest time. It was late at the tailor's and she still had a lot of work left when the stranger came inside, pushing past the door she knew she had locked. No matter if he smelled like hell itself; the store had been closed for hours. No matter if looking into his eyes was like looking into flame-- he couldn't be here. "I'm sorry, we're closed for the night." Red swallowed, fist clutching a pair of scissors below the desk. "I swear I locked that door..."

[mischixvous-blog]

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         Loki spun around in a sudden movement, narrowing his eyes when there was nothing there, squinting into the darkness behind him. No-one. Odd. He could have sworn...

           Although then there was a faint noise a little to the left of him and Loki's head jerked again, hesitating before taking a single tentative step forwards, the movement silent.

                "Is someone there?"  he called softly, trying to make out if there was a figure in the darkness.  "Because I can hear you, and if you're following me then I  r e a l l y  don't appreciate it."

[reinainfierno-blog]

+clawingthroughhell

   The redhead arched an eyebrow to the man nearby, sizing him up to see if he was any kind of threat. The only things that could really do her any damage are archangels and the like, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

   "Well, well, well, what have we here?" Abaddon asked as the man came into sight. He wasn't human, she could tell that much. And he had an air about him that meant he wasn't an angel either, which was fine by her. She smiled at him, almost sinisterly. 

[reinainfierno-blog]

clawingthroughhell:

Abaddon was enjoying the way Dante looked at her, and he was enjoying the way she looked at him in turn. It was almost as though she was staring into his damned soul, or judging him. It was oddly thrilling. He couldn’t help the small smile that lingered, teeth bared ever so slightly as he lowered his head, trailing a few kisses and bites along the soft skin of her neck. He was, of course, taking care to not leave any unwanted marks. Feeling her hand digging into his lower back, the demon was more than happy to oblige her, pressing his hips against Abaddon’s and beginning to grind against her slowly.

As Abaddon opened her eyes briefly, she caught another glimpse of him smile and she all but melted into a puddle right there. She only wished she'd known him before now, because she liked this effect he had on her. Tilting her head to expose her neck a little more, Abaddon let out a little breath as he kissed and nibbled at her skin. The motions of his hips were welcomed by hers, and she stepped backwards until her back thumped against the wall, pulling him flush against her so they could resume kissing. The hand she had at he back of his head ran through his hair again as their lips collided.

[unknownchemistry-blog]

Playing Cupid

Hayley Moriarty had yet to graduate university, at least not in full. She had fast-tracked through, now enjoying the end of her masters course for architecture among all the oblivious normal people. There was a nice list of names compiled in her brain and on paper of who, once this was all over, she would end up murdering. Just as she was one of the top in Cambridge's art sector, she would soon be wearing the crown of crime. Hayley only needed an army to make it official, or perhaps, one man.

Dante Mcleod. Oh god, the man was a hot mess. Watching him on CCTV and reading the cases that she knew linked to him, Hayley could sit in her room and fan herself under a hot flush. He was talented, although he needed to cover his tracks a tad better, and handsome, too. Even covered in blood, he looked like a monster, and she'd decided-- her monster.

It didn't take long to acquire his contact details, and therefore, all she personally needed. She had her grunts play her game, too, or threatened victims - delivering gifts of fashionable ties, belts, cufflinks and watches, because she'd decided he was a fucking state.It was fun to see who he let live, and who he didn't, or to what extent. She liked sending him messages from the romantic to the random, or perhaps even threatening. Sitting in lectures or extra curricular with her phone. Thinking of you. Oh, the poor man. He was so much older, it made it more fun.

And then, Valentines Day. She had sent him a kill request with plenty of stolen money to make sure the job was done, and in the location, waited in the shadows. Of course, Hayley had dressed for the occasion, picking out an expensive red dress with a mermaid frill cutting diagonal down the middle, and sparkling silver heels that complimented the dangling earrings. She had a sizable clutch, too. Enough to hold defensive arms.

Because imagine his face, in this isolated little property, when he realised she had lured him in. Drawn him in with the bait. Her Valentine.

[angelxxeli-blog]

clawingthroughhell

“Oh my god,” Dante said. He could not have been for real. “It’s a figure of speech.” Fuck. “Can you not take anything literally, or….?”

Eli was amused by her frustrated words, but didn’t let it show. “Of course i don’t take everything literally, I was only saying what was on my mind.”

[mischixvous-blog]

babe ((it's "freak out an angel day" apparently x.X))

Send me a “babe” for muse’s reaction to yours groping their ass

        Loki almost jumped at the unexpected touch, turning with a look of shock on his face to find the source. And when he saw who was standing there, the shock only expanded and he made a vague noise of disgust, stepping away from the hand still on his ass.

        “Excuse me?? ”