ᴀɴɢᴇʟ / ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇꜱᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴅᴅᴀᴍꜱ

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'ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ɪᴛᴄʜ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ
ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ'

In the following days, Wednesday found herself in the company of Dahlia more often than not. The mysterious girl had piqued her interest, and she was determined to learn more about her. Despite her wariness, Wednesday found herself drawn to Dahlia's strange personality, torn between wanting to spend every moment with her and seeking solitude to process her thoughts.

To her surprise, Wednesday found Dahlia significantly less uninteresting than others. However, she couldn't help but despise how others seemed to view her in the same light.

As they sat in a cozy cafe in Jericho, Wednesday stirred her black coffee while staring intently into Dahlia's eyes. The latter waited patiently for her answer, twirling the straw in her cappuccino.

'I have been meaning to ask - what do you think of Dante's Inferno?' Dahlia finally spoke up.

Dahlia smiled, taking a sip of her iced coffee as she leaned forward.

'I believe it to be a delightful description of purgatory. It's accurate, in my opinion.'

The question caught Wednesday off guard, but she couldn't help but feel intrigued by it. 'That was an odd question, even coming from you,' she replied flatly, blinking once while studying her friend's face.

'Well, my dearest, I'm here to tell you that you're correct,' Dahlia replied with a smirk.

'How would you know?' Wednesday asked, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

'Being the daughter of Asmodeus has its perks,' Dahlia replied casually, causing Wednesday's eyes to widen in surprise.

'The demon?' she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Dahlia nodded, taking another sip of her iced coffee. 'Yes, indeed, dear. My mother is a vampire, and my dad is a demon. That's why you can summon me by saying my name three times.'

Wednesday's mind raced with questions. The idea of conversing with a half-demon piqued her interest to no end. She couldn't help but wonder about the implications of being a child born of both vampire and demon blood. Did such a being possess greater abilities than a vampire, yet fall short of a full-fledged demon's power?

The hunger for knowledge gnawed at her, driving her to seek answers.

'That's quite interesting,' Wednesday said, her eyes fixed on Dahlia's brown eyes. 'Tell me more about it.'

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by a random voice. Dahlia turned her head to stare at the person speaking.

'Oh hi, Wednesday. I didn't know you were here,' Tyler greeted her, trying to tie his barista apron back.

Wednesday didn't pay much attention to him. To her, he was just another ordinary person she met on a daily basis. Not interesting- quite bland actually. To her, he was just a worthless variable, ready to be discarded from her life at any point, just like Romeo and Juliet, which she constantly discarded from Shakespeare's works.

'That is because I never informed you. We were in the middle of a very interesting conversation,' Wednesday replied flatly, breaking eye contact with Dahlia for a brief second to stare into Tyler's eyes with her ominous glare.

'Whatever, I just came in for my shift,' Tyler muttered.

Dahlia sat up, crossed her arms, and stared into his eyes with a look that Wednesday could not decipher.