#xxx i'm doing new posts from now on promise 💕

[arachnoheaux]

@syntaxemerp ✖ ❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜

Most of the sinners who had spoken to her so far had been a lot more interested in her T&A than the expression on her face, so their comments had been pretty predictable. The kind of shit she'd heard Savina endure without batting a perfectly-lined eye but most people wouldn't fucking dare bring up to her. Most of it, she ignored, but a couple of them got brave (or stupid) enough to try to touch her, and it was the last mistake they'd make for a while. This one, though, stood out. Not only because it was an observation of her body language instead of her body itself, but because it was the kind of challenge she wouldn't normally hear. Because she was out of her goddamn element. She was, for once, forced to defer to someone else's rules. And it irritated the shit out of her. "More like outta my fuckin' jurisdiction," she answered without much thought, naturally matching the demon's accent, glancing over the rim of her sunglasses to see what was clearly some kind of insect-type in 50 shades of pink. An insect with tits that rivaled her own. She'd never understand how that particular bit of magic worked: transforming (or maybe freeing) human souls from their earthly forms and turning them into...whatever this was. "The fuck d'you care?"

" I don't. " The demon's words cut the sordid, Hellish air like a hot knife. " I'm just curious how long ya gonna last lookin' like a fish outta water. " His tone was taunting as much as it were playful as he walked up to lean against the cursed brick beside her. " Ya right under the Pentagram, toots. All the fresh meat comes through 'ere, but'cha best off makin' tracks till ya get used ta bein' in the land a the Damned. "

He wasn't ignorant. He could feel the power radiating from her, within her. But whether she was a fresh Sinner or a touring Ancient... the same more or less went. The residing Overlords hardly wasted time in trying to get their grubby little Contracts wherever they could. Not that Angel gave much of a damn ( most of the time ) but he did find it more entertaining to watch Sinners who stood a fighting chance. There were his streets, afterall.

As an offering of peace, Angel pulled a pack of cigarettes in one hand to offer to her and lit up with another pair. " Angel Dust, " he introduced, eyes still forward, " But'cha might gather that if ya been down 'ere longer than an hour. "