"A tattoo parlor, huh?" Silas mused, raking his eyes over Yolanda's seated form. "Do you think I'll be seeing your tattoos sometime soon?"
Silas thought back to a part of what Yolanda had said. "Jefferson Street? Do you mean Randy's shop?" Randy was Slanie's boyfriend and a good friend of Silas. He owned one of the tattoo parlors at Jefferson Street, a place that Silas visited often. He'd never seen Yolanda there though, so it might not have been the shop she frequented.
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After Yolanda took her piece, Silas chose his, lifting the slice up and watching the melyed cheese cling to the other slices. He took a bite, savouring the flavour. "You know you're the only one I love, my dear," he said, mouth still half-full.
He swallowed and did nothing to hide his growing amusement. Yolanda was speaking to him as though he was an old friend, as if they weren't in a situation that might change or end their lives. It felt oddly refreshing. Yolanda was a good person with a good job. She was, in every sense of the word, out of his league. Then again, when had that ever stopped him.
Finishing up his slice, he asked, "What do you normally do for fun? I mean, other than getting kidnapped by a hunk and eating pizza."
He swallowed and did nothing to hide his growing amusement. Yolanda was speaking to him as though he was an old friend, as if they weren't in a situation that might change or end their lives. It felt oddly refreshing. Yolanda was a good person with a good job. She was, in every sense of the word, out of his league. Then again, when had that ever stopped him.
Finishing up his slice, he asked, "What do you normally do for fun? I mean, other than getting kidnapped by a hunk and eating pizza."
Camael nodded. "Such cruelty is to be expected of him." She thought back to the sight of Abaddon's wings and how utterly painful it must have been. To learn that it was Lucifer who had been responsible, Camael felt a chill climb up her spine. Was that fear? By attempting to aid Abaddon in a path to salvation, she would be incurring the wrath of the devil himself. If he was capable of such cruelty, such a display of strength, did Camael stand a chance? Or would she be dragged down as well?
She shook away her thoughts. The light of the Creator would give her strength. She was sure of that. And now, being aware of all lf Lucifer's misdeeds, she needed to have the courage to fight. The courage to stand up to an adversity far more powerful than herself. She needed the courage to help a man who'd made a wrong choice. "Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord," she recited. "I believe we must speak to the Creator."
She shook away her thoughts. The light of the Creator would give her strength. She was sure of that. And now, being aware of all lf Lucifer's misdeeds, she needed to have the courage to fight. The courage to stand up to an adversity far more powerful than herself. She needed the courage to help a man who'd made a wrong choice. "Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord," she recited. "I believe we must speak to the Creator."
Shiro tensed as his words settled into her mind. He was right, she'd been foolish enough to leave Takada unguarded. And with her being in a stalemate with a ninja, he'd be a sitting target for the man's allies. How could she have allowed it to happen? She schooled her features to reveal none of her inner turmoil as she gathered all the chakra she had left. If she could just manage to jump back before the man plunged his sword into her stomach, there was a chance that she could run back to Takada's side and attempt to protect him. He was her mission. Protecting him was her job, not going after a shinobi that meant to kill them.
She felt her feet brimming with the energy of her chakra. She could make it. She needed to make it.
She jumped back and found herself in a relatively safe distance from the man without a scratch on her person. She didn't have the time to check on the man's actions. One second wasted meant one second that Takada could be closer to his grave. No, Shiori couldn't let that happen. Using the next burst of her chakra, she slithered through the same path she'd taken before and ran as fast as she could back towards Takada. She found his carriage, horse and materials still intact, but the man was nowhere to be seen. Tapping into all of her senses, she quickly found him, hiding behind some bushes. Breathing a sigh of relief at his well-being, she used the last of her remaining chakra to attempt a jutsu she'd seen her brothers do countless times before. It was to summon a stone golem to aid them in battle. She needed one to guard Takada.
With her last but of chakra gone, Shiori gazed at her creation. It was a scrawny creature, looking more fit to be in a freakshow than in any business of protecting, but it would do. It had to, because Shiori's body was exhausted. She'd been stupid enough to fall for the man's trap and waste her energy, but it seemed like the thing that needed to be done. She gripped her short sword again. The man was obviouly fibbing. He was alone.
Putting her faith on the failed golem she'd created, she ran a distance away from Takada. "Enough games. What is it that you seek?" she called out.
She felt her feet brimming with the energy of her chakra. She could make it. She needed to make it.
She jumped back and found herself in a relatively safe distance from the man without a scratch on her person. She didn't have the time to check on the man's actions. One second wasted meant one second that Takada could be closer to his grave. No, Shiori couldn't let that happen. Using the next burst of her chakra, she slithered through the same path she'd taken before and ran as fast as she could back towards Takada. She found his carriage, horse and materials still intact, but the man was nowhere to be seen. Tapping into all of her senses, she quickly found him, hiding behind some bushes. Breathing a sigh of relief at his well-being, she used the last of her remaining chakra to attempt a jutsu she'd seen her brothers do countless times before. It was to summon a stone golem to aid them in battle. She needed one to guard Takada.
With her last but of chakra gone, Shiori gazed at her creation. It was a scrawny creature, looking more fit to be in a freakshow than in any business of protecting, but it would do. It had to, because Shiori's body was exhausted. She'd been stupid enough to fall for the man's trap and waste her energy, but it seemed like the thing that needed to be done. She gripped her short sword again. The man was obviouly fibbing. He was alone.
Putting her faith on the failed golem she'd created, she ran a distance away from Takada. "Enough games. What is it that you seek?" she called out.
Camael frowned at his words. He was right, She couldn't imagine such terror. No, she'd never thought of the sufferings of the fallen even as she'd dealt the final blow to them. For her, they'd been nothing but mere traitors, blasphemers that deserved all that they got. If they fell, fast and hard, into the arms of Lucifer, then she'd give them a kick to boost their descent. No, she'd never imagined what it must be like to be them.
Looking at Abaddon, she wondered just how horrible it was. To believe that you could trust someone, only to find out thet they'd fed you lie after lie. It was the insult to the injury of having the pain of the entire world placed on your already aching shoulders.Camael shook her head, chastising herself for never once thinking of what it must be like to be in their shoes.
She averted her eyes as she asked, afraid that the mention of it might trigger something in the demon. But she had to know. "And your wings?"
Looking at Abaddon, she wondered just how horrible it was. To believe that you could trust someone, only to find out thet they'd fed you lie after lie. It was the insult to the injury of having the pain of the entire world placed on your already aching shoulders.Camael shook her head, chastising herself for never once thinking of what it must be like to be in their shoes.
She averted her eyes as she asked, afraid that the mention of it might trigger something in the demon. But she had to know. "And your wings?"
Beta peeked around the corner with a pizza box in her hands. Silas took it from her with a small smile, letting his hand linger over hers a moment longer. "Thank you," he husked out.
Beta, seemingly unaffacted with Silas' charms, ripped her hand out from his grasp and said, "Four slices of pizza." She nodded towards the box before briskly walking away, the heels of her boots clicking with the tiles the only sound for a while.
When he was sure she'd gone, Silas released a bark of laughter. "Never thought I'd see the day," he muttered, turning back to Yolanda and holding the box up. "Pizza date?" He walked back inside the confines of the safe and pulled out more stacks of money to create a table this time. He set the box atop it and opened it. Four cheezy slices of Hawaiian style pizza. He gestured to the food and looked Yolanda in the eyes as he said, "Lady's choice."
Beta, seemingly unaffacted with Silas' charms, ripped her hand out from his grasp and said, "Four slices of pizza." She nodded towards the box before briskly walking away, the heels of her boots clicking with the tiles the only sound for a while.
When he was sure she'd gone, Silas released a bark of laughter. "Never thought I'd see the day," he muttered, turning back to Yolanda and holding the box up. "Pizza date?" He walked back inside the confines of the safe and pulled out more stacks of money to create a table this time. He set the box atop it and opened it. Four cheezy slices of Hawaiian style pizza. He gestured to the food and looked Yolanda in the eyes as he said, "Lady's choice."
Camael stared at Abaddon, allowing his words to bounce around her mind. She could very well imagine the scenario, how easily Abaddon had fallen in league with the bringer of evil himself. She attempted to put herself in his position. What would she have done when confronted with such temptation? No, she wouldn't think about it. Giving such ideas thought was to give them form, and she would never allow such a thing to happen.
She returned her attention to Abaddon and spoke, "But you didn't rule, did you?"
She returned her attention to Abaddon and spoke, "But you didn't rule, did you?"
Silas grinned at Yolanda's tainted cheeks and the way she'd lightly insulted him. He was right in his assumption. He was getting somewhere with Yolanda, which was surprising considering the situation they were in. He faintly heard one of Alpha's orders in their intercom. Apparently, they'd started making demands, and the police - afraid of having hostages murdered - had started complying.
"Looks like we're going to have a bit of lunch to go with our talk," he announced, wanting Yolanda privy to the fact. He flashed her another one of his signature smiles and said, "I know we just met and all, but would you go on a date with me?"
Still awaiting an answer, Silas stood and moved towards the entrance of the safe. He'd began to hear footsteps approaching. It was probably Beta with their food they'd ask of the police.
"Looks like we're going to have a bit of lunch to go with our talk," he announced, wanting Yolanda privy to the fact. He flashed her another one of his signature smiles and said, "I know we just met and all, but would you go on a date with me?"
Still awaiting an answer, Silas stood and moved towards the entrance of the safe. He'd began to hear footsteps approaching. It was probably Beta with their food they'd ask of the police.
Camael had to stop herself from outright cursing Abaddon for the thoughts he had prior to his downfall. Truly, she couldn't even comprehend why any angel would think of such a betrayal, but she kept herself silent. She had to listen to all Abaddon had to say, even if she thought all them to be folly.
Lucifer, He was one Camael had the displeasure of meeting a couple of times. She'd met him when he was still an angel, one of the most powerful of all. She'd been there to lay witness to his downfall too. And he'd met him after his chaotic revival as the devil. She'd always thought him to be the worse. Powerful and truly corrupted, he was one Camael didn't ever want to cross paths with again.
She nodded and gestured for Abaddon to continue.
Lucifer, He was one Camael had the displeasure of meeting a couple of times. She'd met him when he was still an angel, one of the most powerful of all. She'd been there to lay witness to his downfall too. And he'd met him after his chaotic revival as the devil. She'd always thought him to be the worse. Powerful and truly corrupted, he was one Camael didn't ever want to cross paths with again.
She nodded and gestured for Abaddon to continue.
Silas was a person who, more often than not, didn't understand sarcasm. When he did understand it, he chooses to ignore it. So, he clapped his hands together and grinned as widely as he could. "Wonderful then! I'm sure we can make do with that bench for a quick bang, no?" he gestured to the bench Yolonda was sat at, already imagining what he could do. He wouldn't dare make good on his fantasies though. In a different situation maybe, but not at the moment.
Still, it wouldn't stop him from teasing as best as he could. "Yeah," he groaned out. "Keep talking dirty to me, love."
Still, it wouldn't stop him from teasing as best as he could. "Yeah," he groaned out. "Keep talking dirty to me, love."
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