alexander the great

“Has nothing to do with being a romantic,” Diana responded with a light shake of her head. “And when have I ever made it easy for you?”

“Sure, it does. Girl wants a gentleman with manners hence a romantic fantasy.” Alexander lifted a hand to order them another round of drinks as his gaze never left hers. “One of many reasons I keep coming to find you. It’s part of the game, sweetheart.”

Alycia looked up from her phone when she heard the male speak and she raised a brow. “It would be way too close to not be appropriate, falling from heaven hurt like hell,” she said in a teasing tone, “like it was horrible, I never want to do it again.” And that was the truth.

“And have you ever been to hell?” Alex asked rhetorically since he already knew the answer, his lower lip pursing in a pout. “I mean, you wouldn’t be an angel if you had. Falling from the sky doesn’t exactly match up to what it’s like in the pit. I’ve spent plenty of time there and it’s one ride no one gets off of.”

“I try not to be insecure, but unfortunately it follows me everywhere I go,” she said. Except for when she was online, stripping on camera for tips. But that was her own thing that she didn’t need the general public to know about. “But again, good on you for getting up there and owning yourself, honestly, you’ve started one hell of a trend.”

“Am I alright to say anyone who tries laughing at me wind up with a broken neck and no tongue?” The demon wrinkled his nose with a mocking grimace, unafraid for taking things further than was necessary. “I know. Oh, let’s make this a contest.” Alex turned to look at the stage area where someone was drunkenly singing along to Whitney Houston, “Any person losing to my solo number won’t have their spleens removed.”

That at least got a small laugh out of Diana, “The least you could do is buy me a drink first. Demon or not, you can at least pretend to be a gentlemen.”

“Oh, so, you’re one of those romantics.” Acting polite wasn’t in a demon’s nature and it made his skin absolutely crawl with disgust. Still, putting a best foot forward by pretending for the woman’s sake wouldn’t be all bad. “You aren’t going to make this easy for me, are you?”

Maybe she was a glutton for punishment, she’d never know. But here she was, sitting in back in the Sixth Circle for the Saints or Sinners event that Lucifer was hosting. She had to roll her eyes at the name. Due to being an angel, she went and purchased a white outfit to consider herself a ‘saint’ though she wasn’t sure if that was true any longer. However, there was a disinterest in mingling in and of itself, hence sitting in a corner scrolling through instagram and snapchat with a drink on the table next to her.

Not very many people were dressed in white that night and those who were clearly are just fooling themselves. Waterbury had several flaws when it came to its residence and believing somebody came anywhere close to a saint was unfortunately one of them. “Is it appropriate to make a ‘it must’ve hurt when you fell from heaven’ joke?”

She wasn’t sure that this was supposed to be any sort of Karaoke party, but the male who started it had seemed to get the crowd going on a trend. Her brow raised as the one who started it all sat next to her and she shook her head. “I’ve heard worse, and worse would have come out of my own mouth had I gotten up there..I give you props for the size of your balls, half the city has to be inside this one club,” Jessa shook her head with a laugh. “Though I don’t think Bob Dylan is your calling.”

“I’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge, much less worry about what everyone in this place thinks about me. Insecure isn’t in my vocabulary, dove.” When the bartender brought him his drink, Alex paused to take a hefty sip. The devil sure knew how to throw a party and it’s enough to give credit where it was due. “Really? I find belting out to Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door to be highly ironic.”

“Still semi-sounds like we’re talking about food but I won’t complain.” Diana offered a light grin, “Didn’t come with a date, I see.”

“That wasn’t my intention at first.” Alex lifted a brow and pretended as if he were glancing around them thinking he could spot Di’s date. “Neither of us do, Dirty Diana. Then you can be mine...in every figure of the word.”

Diana let out a heavy sigh as Alex spoke, “Truth be told, I don’t really want to talk about buffets, diets, or digging into anything with my hands. Try again.”

Alex cracked a smirk before took a step closer, gaze slowly running up and down the sleepwalker’s frame. “Then would you rather talk about how delicious you look in that red dress?”

Kieran wasn’t trying to make a scene which was so unlike her but they were in a mixed crowed. The last thing she really wanted was for all eyes to be on her and to get some unwanted attention from someone that would be more interested in sending her back to hell than just turning a blind eye but this guy just wouldn’t let up. Kieran tried to give a pleasant smile while moving past him only for the guy to attempt to get her to stay. A light growl escaped the demon’s lips as she immediately put him on the ground. “Couldn’t handle me even if you tried,” she murmured while stepping over him.

“You’re causing more of a stir than I have been recently.” Alexander couldn’t help gently chewing on the straw of his drink as he watched the scene before him unfold. Very few created just a spark of amusement for the demon nowadays and it appeared he would have plenty during this party. “Shocker.”

Diana found herself at the bar. The whole place was practically buzzing with pure energy and while a part of her wanted to indulge herself in it, she knew she needed to keep control of herself. “Manhattan, thank you.” Diana gave a polite smile to the bartender before her eyes began to move around the room again.

Alex had been watching the woman for a few minutes, taking notice of how her gaze swept the room in almost a longing stare. “Tempting, isn’t it?” He slowly approached Diana, doing everything he could to turn her attention to him and him only. “It’s like surrounding yourself to a buffet when you’re on a strict diet. You just want to dig in with your hands.”

Diana sighed as the other stopped them from walking and instead chose to stand directly in front of her. “You’re not telling me anything that I haven’t heard before, Alex but I chose to live in Waterbury for a reason. I’m not hunted here. No one is looking to put my head on their wall.” She rubbed her lips together as she cocked her head to the side, “All it tells me is that you’re probably bored and I can stomach your presence more than most. You’re not better than a human just because you choose my company.”

“And how long do you believe you’re not going to be targeted by hunters exactly? A little birdie tells me more have shown up and it’s not going to be pretty.” Alexander’s expression changed from amusement to a dark look directed at Diana. “If I were bored of you or just in general, you wouldn’t still be alive and kicking longer than I’ve allowed. I don’t think you can comprehend how little that occurs for someone of my caliber.”

“You can disagree that the world is round but that doesn’t make it any less true.” Ashley barely looked up from their ipad as they spoke, almost as they didn’t really care to see who they were talking to as they used their finger to scroll finger down, clicking on the next link.

“That itty piece of writing right there proves angels are as much of heathens as demons and humans are. Who knew they didn’t all have sticks up their asses.” Alex slid in the seat across from them, eyeing the ipad with a scoff. “You don’t know the definition of eye contact, do you?”

“sometimes i wonder if i should just take the next flight to london and never look up or maybe go to somewhere tropical for a long vacation,” charity hummed, as she flicked through the travel magazine she had gotten from a travel centre, “people need to stop coming into the hospital for small things that could be fixed at home.”

“Where should I go to vacay, why can’t people deal with their own vices, why is my life so hard?” The demon spoke in a high-pitched mocking tone soaked with nasty sarcasm. “Humans and their menial problems.” 

Maybe it was hypocritical for Ashley to be prepping for the next Sunday service after the week they had but they also felt that settling back into old habits might do them some good even if they eventually strayed from what they were originally supposed to be doing. “ And the angels who did not stay within their own position of authority, but left their proper dwelling, he has kept in eternal chains under gloomy darkness until the judgment of the great day— just as Sodom and Gomorrah and the surrounding cities, which likewise indulged in sexual immorality and pursued unnatural desire, serve as an example by undergoing a punishment of eternal fire,” Ashley murmured to themselves, not even realizing they were speaking out loud. “Well, holy shit.”

“Literal holy shit, indeed.” Alexander heard every single word of the man’s recitation, usually grimacing at anything to do with the bible. It had nothing to do with what he was and yet it had everything in a strange way. “I wholly disagree with what’s written, by the way.”