#svetle

“ wait ! ”

“ hold on, hold on, hold on ! ”

“ jesus, where did you get a sword from ? ”

“ we can explain — ”

a chorus of protests erupted from the girls as they formed a human barricade to prevent the purple haired stranger from moving any closer. they didn’t blame her really. it wasn’t commonplace to be cordial with a demon, and even that was really stretching the terms of their conditions. but the fact of the matter remained, while they did in fact have a seven foot tall demon trailing after them, his presence was needed even when not welcome. the creature from hell didn’t seem particularly bothered by the scene unfolding before him but the girls all remained on edge. they weren’t used to people being able to see him and even less accustomed to being told to move with a sword brandished in their direction.

imani broke out of their line first with her palms out in an attempt to keep the situation under control. “ listen, i know it looks bad. ” she looked over her shoulder nervously before training her attention back on the girl. “ but swear he’s harmless. ” she knew she didn’t sound convincing and was relieved when ada stepped up beside her. she would’ve much rather preferred cecilia’s level-headed presence but the demon was always a touchy subject with her. she flinched when ada bellowed out, her voice echoing in the alley behind the bar. “ even if he wanted to flay us open and eat us, that’s none of your business, is it ? maybe i want to be demon chow. ever thought of that ? ” not the angle imani would have taken. she reached out to grab ada’s arm as if to reign her back, nervously looking between the two.

the angel devil had his lips around straw stuck deep into what aki regarded as an abomination to traditional coffee, laced with so many artificial sweeteners it may as well have been its own sugar-fuelled drug. which he thought was oddly fitting given the circumstances. his own were stuck around a cigarette, which he then tapped the ash off of as he furrowed his brows into the distance, thinking back to how as the girl behind the counter had tried to hand the angel his beverage he'd nearly siphoned days off of her life. back to how as aki had handed him their shared report their fingers had almost brushed and he could have sworn he felt the phantom of cold chills running along his spine, how he had almost asked how much time the action had cost him this time. though they luckily hadn't touched skin, and only the sleeves of their blazers had brushed in the end.