a golden line by @firstarisen that made me laugh harder than it should have

"Alright, alright, alright, I may have fucked up just a teensy Itty bitty little bit during that bogus ass hearing. Stop looking at me like that."

✞ Gloves clench tight into armored arms.... He was wearing a mask and you could feel him trying to burn holes into them with his eyes. " Adam... " His voice rumbles with tinny echo beneath the mask. " Right now... you ought to be thanking the Lord that wrath is a sin... Have you any idea the problems you've caused us? --Caused yourself? " He tosses his hand in frustration.

" That hearing could have removed ALL concern of the morningstar girl if you could just hold yourself with an ounce of GRACE... but now what? " He sighs those last words, digits pressing to his covered forehead. This was truly the worst possible way to divulge such... emotionally difficult information. An individual may be reasonable, but a mob was not-- this he knew across centuries. Their only salvation was that it has not spread into the public grapevine.

" You understand that Heaven is filled with the most soft hearted, empathetic people on the planet... What will you do if the masses deem exterminations paired with YOUR callous demeanor wicked? What do you expect us to do? "

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what the FUCK are you supposed to be? No, actually, why do you look like that?"

Frightened beyond words, Roth wasn’t sure how to answer that. The ( first ) man before him was the death of his kind. Adam was to be feared. One snide remark, one clever comeback and he’s finished. Adam would have him dead to rights. Consigned to oblivion. So, Roth answered nicely. Standing tall as always.

Only, he didn’t feel tall. He felt nothing but fear. The answers reflected that nervous dread plenty.

“Uh, I’m a cab driver.”

Roth meekly spoke, while rubbing his hands anxiously. He started scratching his palms, until he stopped. Sweat gathered around his brow, running down the side of his cheek. He knew Adam could see ( sense ) his fear. Hell, the bastard could probably taste the fear.

“Also, I drowned . . . . before arriving here. So, y’know, the blue comes from that. All of that.”

Honestly, Adam’s questions reminded Roth of some insecurities. The lost of his “human” appearance deeply troubled him. To be reminded of it by Adam, hurts some. He would not dare show that pain. Not to Adam.

@firstarisen

"Ew. The first human who smells like he hangs out with Angels?"

The dragon muttered to herself, spotting the being in the area of her Master's vacation home. One thing was for sure. The dragon had her Master's distaste of anyone who associated with Him and His army. Even if there were different versions, and there tended to be grey areas of Heaven.

She was hoping that he wasn't smart enough to sense that the being walking towards the gate he was standing near. Was someone who could be considered a sinner. A demonic force, even if she was just a dragon from Hell.

@firstarisen screamed : "Jesus fuck…uh…okay, okay can we just…make this quick? I'm on the clock and I'm trying really hard to work my way off my boss' shit list, mkay?" (Maybe Lilith's teasing him a little and he immediately caves? Afgfs anyway here's your filth!)

This was too easy. it's been literal eons since Lilith and Adam have done anything remotely intimate, let alone affectionate with each other. the redheaded she-demon had the odd thought of him that evening while out in a bar -- Consent, she thinks it was called, ironically enough -- and with a little liquid courage in her system she had decided to drop by the Embassy. she signed with a different name entirely at the front desk, but her presence was alerted nonetheless.

Lilith didn't want to wait for him to appear. in fact, when Adam had his form beamed down, he was greeted with her visage perched on the edge of the meeting table, crossed leg bouncing on the other with an impish smile. banter swiftly transpired, if holding a little less bite on his end, and when he made the jest as to how FUNNY it would be to have a quickie with the current get-up she was wearing and how she presented herself.. Lilith called him on his offer.

Feathers were ruffled, demonic form leans back on the palm of one hand as her legs uncrossed, partly-exposed bosom was further exposed to the arch of her ribcage via the front-zipper of her dress. for emphasis, frosty eyes keep contact with his, half-lidded gaze so well-trained with salacious intent that Lilith could leave the Prince of Lust speechless. and it has.

❝ so where's the zipper on that thing, huh ? ❞

@firstarisen screamed : "Damn. Haven't seen that ass strutting around infernal soil in uh--" He glances at the wrist watch that he isn't wearing. "--a hot minute. And here I thought you'd croaked. Guess I gotta jot down another bitch on my extensive list of problems. Welcome back, Lily."

Lilith just wanted to get some greasy fast-food and go hunting for vinyl sleeves. that's ALL that Lilith wanted to do tonight ; and yet, here she is, in front of her favorite vinyl-related store, and she catches Adam's visage in the reflection of the wide display window when he addresses her.

❝ hah ! the hell is mister high-and-mighty doing on infernal soil, anyway ? ❞ Lilith bites back after a minute, her serpentine-like fangs on full display as she deflects his statement.

She may be smiling and she may look relaxed, but internally she's the opposite, no matter how much her core begs Lilith to reunite with her other half.

The demoness knows that he's in some form of disguise, or he would've been eaten alive by now. her own disguise is up, which is supposed to only be visible to those related by blood.. but evidentially, her literal half can see right through it, and she can see right through his.