Sweet Devil

Starter for @weaknessofheaven

Muse: Ress “Excerpt” Kingsley (you can ask for more information if you’d like)

Ress has been given the mission of hunting down a certain local demon in the city, and she hadn’t thought much of it. Just wearing slightly lower clothing than usual would get any man’s attention, unless he would be gay or something. But for some reason she doubted that. In her purse held a book, the Bible; known to expel demons, which was her specialty. She sat at the bar in a short dress, and high heels, making her easy prey to spot. “Whiskey on the rocks.” she said to the bartender as he nodded.

And for Oren, it was just another lonely Saturday night. Not that he minded, necessarily, but it was enough to put him in a semi-foul mood. It was on his list of things he tried to avoid for himself, being lonely and bored. But with everyone seeming to have vanished in his own absence, he couldn’t have really been all that surprised. But it didn’t help the sting lessen any.

And he quietly wandered into the bar, hoping for a bit of fun. It was once his usual haunt a long time ago, so the bartender gave him no gruff for walking in. The joys of being the shadow of a teenager.

“Thanks,” he kept his voice low. This woman was strange. And there was a scent about her… He knew it would be dangerous to stay near her, but he also knew it would be just as deadly for him to run.

And he had yet to decide how suicidal he was feeling tonight.

Well. He could eat something... And since she was so willing....

The little shadow gave a shrug of a shoulder, “Sure. Why the fuck not.”

Starter for @weaknessofheaven

Muse: Ress “Excerpt” Kingsley (you can ask for more information if you’d like)

Ress has been given the mission of hunting down a certain local demon in the city, and she hadn’t thought much of it. Just wearing slightly lower clothing than usual would get any man’s attention, unless he would be gay or something. But for some reason she doubted that. In her purse held a book, the Bible; known to expel demons, which was her specialty. She sat at the bar in a short dress, and high heels, making her easy prey to spot. “Whiskey on the rocks.” she said to the bartender as he nodded.

And for Oren, it was just another lonely Saturday night. Not that he minded, necessarily, but it was enough to put him in a semi-foul mood. It was on his list of things he tried to avoid for himself, being lonely and bored. But with everyone seeming to have vanished in his own absence, he couldn’t have really been all that surprised. But it didn’t help the sting lessen any.

And he quietly wandered into the bar, hoping for a bit of fun. It was once his usual haunt a long time ago, so the bartender gave him no gruff for walking in. The joys of being the shadow of a teenager.

“Thanks,” he kept his voice low. This woman was strange. And there was a scent about her... He knew it would be dangerous to stay near her, but he also knew it would be just as deadly for him to run.

And he had yet to decide how suicidal he was feeling tonight.

Starter for @weaknessofheaven

Muse: Ress “Excerpt” Kingsley (you can ask for more information if you’d like)

Ress has been given the mission of hunting down a certain local demon in the city, and she hadn’t thought much of it. Just wearing slightly lower clothing than usual would get any man’s attention, unless he would be gay or something. But for some reason she doubted that. In her purse held a book, the Bible; known to expel demons, which was her specialty. She sat at the bar in a short dress, and high heels, making her easy prey to spot. “Whiskey on the rocks.” she said to the bartender as he nodded.

And for Oren, it was just another lonely Saturday night. Not that he minded, necessarily, but it was enough to put him in a semi-foul mood. It was on his list of things he tried to avoid for himself, being lonely and bored. But with everyone seeming to have vanished in his own absence, he couldn’t have really been all that surprised. But it didn’t help the sting lessen any.

And he quietly wandered into the bar, hoping for a bit of fun. It was once his usual haunt a long time ago, so the bartender gave him no gruff for walking in. The joys of being the shadow of a teenager.

Oh. He’d never thought about that. Blackberry pie? Surely, that had to exist. He was trying to recall if he’d ever had it and his mind was engulfed in the flavor of warmth for a minute, the surgary sweetness on his tongue, followed by the tang of blackberries. And if it was warm, the chill of vanilla ice-cream to follow--