Renegade Rogues & Residing Resurgents

Call my muse by their full name! See how they react!

Undoubtedly, and with the strength of an eternity. There are no words to say, but the slide of cloth against the ground and echoing footsteps as the reaper steps forward from his lurking place seem to speak volumes more accurately than anything he could have voiced. Slender arms open wide to engulf the man in an embrace, his long cloak swirling around them, offering a semi-private bubble as they reacquaint themselves to the way they seem to fit together like an old coat; familiar and foreign all at once.

The reaper listened attentively, eyes bright with interest. “Well, it sounds like things are going wonderfully, dear! And you know, of course, where to come should he ever treat you poorly. Your papa knows how to hide a body, and your father knows how to make them~” There’s mischief in his voice, but his eyes betray the promise to his words. Should Souji ever need him to act on it, he’ll be more than happy to. 

“Of course dear, of course~ I may have gotten into a bit of trouble and needed to lay low for a while, but it’s no matter now.” He sat, pulling Souji down beside him. An urn of biscuits appeared like magic from the folds of his coat and was set between them to share. “You’ll simply have to catch me up! Tell me, my dear, what have I missed~?”

“Nah, Aziraphale’d discorporate me if I stole from a library,” he said with a shrug. “Why-Why’d you need a demon for this killing anyway? Humans seem to do that just fine on their own, in my experience. Or just give it a few decades and they’ll, well, die on their own. No demonic intervention needed.” 

Jasmine fought the urge to roll her eyes as the walked through the busy streets. “You know damn well I can’t be associated with anymore …‘killings’. But he needs to be taken down and soon, come on…you love this kind of thing…do an friend a favour?” She pleaded with the demon, pouting her lips a little at him.

“Eugh, love. Demons don’t love and you know it,” he griped, following her lead regardless. “Killings are so- so messy, hardly worth the effort when I could just as easily convince his wife to do it for me. But...” he sighed, feeling himself be swayed by her pout. “I suppose I could make an exception, just this once.” It wasn’t like it could hurt his standing with hell... He squinted suddenly, suspicious. “Hold up, this wouldn’t happen to be for goodness sake, would it?”