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“that’d be me.” the woman speaks. sparing him not but a glance in his direction. the tone she uses is casual, yet demeaning and blunt. not unlike a predator playing with its prey before slaughter. bemused, they. takes a sip from the glass of red wine and wipes her lip with their hand.

“so what brings you here.. to Lust. isn’t much for an angel to see. i’m assuming what you thought was going to be here was just sex and fucking. i hope i can change your mind, archangel.”

they taunt. although her voice is laced with a perverse annoyance, they keep their head steady as to not anger the archangel across from her. the angels tone is noticeably hurt;

“so.. you must be gabriel, then. scorned from heaven because you lost to a machine. then you killed the fucking council..?!” the woman laughs, akin to a witches cackle as a fierce transformation begins.

she stands up quickly, fingernails sharpening to short talons as she pushes them into the table, scattering it away; eyes glowing a bright blue instead of their dull hurricane blue.

their wings unfurl. stormy grey reminiscent of ash, they flush out to wrap around gabriel tightly to pull the stunned archangel to her. grinning with a barely concealed malice, running a talon down the helm of gabriel’s armor.

“we should chat later, archangel.. but i have other more interesting shit to deal with- like relationship issues with one of my favorite couples. glad i got to meet ya though.” she mock-salutes him, complete with flipping him off and winking at him. going to what seems to be a landing pad of her home, a skytower; she twirls around the pole a few times then folds her wings around themselves and falls backward into Lust’s forever bustling nightlife. bisexual lighting

“toodloo, fucker!” is the last thing gabriel hears from the Watcher. albeit concerned, he knows where to find her.

“Ellie.. Watcher of Lust and Fallen Angel Angle. I suppose i will go to the library after all, to catch up on my geometry..”