faithhcaler:
“Did you miss the ‘demons aren’t welcome’ sign?.”
Heavy sarcasm pours from her tongue as her arms crossed over her chest. She’s not making that mistake twice. It was one thing to have once worked with Ruby. That was a different time, and Anael was a different angel back, then. Many of them were . But one would say she did it simply to adapt, to be smarter, than her siblings.
But that’s all history now. For as many as she would welcome she kept a closed door policy to the likes his kind. No more business, no more tango for two. She was still an angel of the lord by the end of the day. Her desire to remain close to Heaven ruled over, so much of who she was. Even though her ambition screamed, screamed for freedom and for the things she was denied due to her status. But here she was somebody, she held importance. Well, least to those who sought her out.
˜”*°•. Heaven and angels all wearing the face of arrogance. Posh little wingeds thinking they were superior by virtue of their birth. The great God’s children. Oh how many jokes had been invented in hell, how many times had they gossiped them, pretended to be them just to laugh. The oh so elegant birds acting like they were the only purity in a world of plague -- but then, really, were they really that special ? --.
Face moving a little bit too slowly -- corner of the lips quirking up, forming a smirk // this was going to be fun. Maybe. --. ❝ Yeah, nice to meet you too. ❞ Words dressed in sarcasm escaped the demon’s lips. Not even for a second seeming to mind the hostility. No. Making friends was not exactly his highest aspiration in life -- especially, when it came to the very specific type of friends // perhaps the whole aversion aka racism thing was kind of mutual in the very end --. ❝ But really, all this negativity? No surprise people say you angels are killjoys. ❞















