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Warning: toxicity, language ⬇︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵⬇
You don't remember anything prior to arriving at the pearly gates of heaven's estate, but you were certainly surprised you managed to make it through life without committing a sin worthy enough to have you knocking at Lucifers door.
You emitted a relieved sigh, walking through the luminous gates after getting approval from the gleeful man guarding the entrance.
You observed the scenery, not entirely pleased by the vigorous energy the atmosphere held, feeling it was fauxed. You trudged past the vibrant inhabitants and various advertisements that showed upon billboards. You hadn't been paying attention to what was occurring before you, resulting in you being involved in a collision. You fell back on your rear with a displeased groan. You noticed a large shadow was being cast over you, making you wary as you reluctantly met the individuals gaze.
"Wonderful! Just fucking fantastic!" The man quipped sarcastically with a growl, the collision left him soaked in his own beverage. He simply discarded the now empty styrofoam cup on the unblemished pavement that Incompanied the sanctuary known as heaven.
You observed with astonishment, he didn't look anything like the rest of the saints, he looked more sharp, defined, and overall demonic. You felt your breath hitch, making you incapable of commenting as you simply hung your head. The man's frustration heightened at the lack of response, glaring down upon the pedestrian.
"You know, you could at least say sorry..." He huffed, his tone condescending. He streaked his palms across his soaked chest, attempting to lessen the moisture that now inhabited there.
"Sorry-" You finally muttered, sheepish. You shakily stood up, wiping your rear with you hands. "I'm Y/N" You said a bit more enthusiastically then intended, the man smirked subtly at the change in pace; though still inheriting his cruel glare
"...call me, Dickmaster~" He let out a proud chuckle, though he seemed genuine... wow?
You gave him a questioning look "Alright... 'Dickmaster'?.."
You where pondering if this dude was actually a devil in disguise... you shook the thought away. You sighed, scrutinizing his drenched attire momentarily.
"...listen, I just got here... so I have nothing to offer you..." You gruffed, hands straying to your hips
He hummed a chuckle, his amusement apparent in his expression... 'no wonder she's so clueless' he thought to himself whilst cocking his head to the side
"...k... ehhh, tits? Was it?" He said with uncertainty his eyes dragging over your physique, earning a glare from you in return. "...sure..." You responded sarcastically, giving a roll of your hand as an impatient gesture to continue.
"Well, I could use your help with something-" He hummed, cocking his brow expectantly. "...ok?" "I need you to vote on a poll..." He snickered, leaning forward to get in your face "So I can start doing gigs again... cause uh, last time it got messy~" He stated vaguely, leaving you seeking for the answers, as you opened your mouth to respond you were quickly interrupted.
"So yea!" He said with a triumphant grin, hands going to his hips. You let out a sigh, crossing your arms tightly "Alright, so where can I sign for this poll?" You questioned. Adam's eyes beames at your lack of defiance. He pivoted, walking away... forcing you to follow
You two eventually arrive at a bulletin board, the area bustling with individuals looking over the several flyers on the cork surface. Adam pushed his way through with lack of care, ushering you to a wrinkled piece of paper... wow, very professional. You made your way to the sheet, a pen resting on the shelf of the board, using it to write your name under the paper.
Adam grinned from ear to ear, quickly taking the sheet off and flying out of the crowd; leaving you stranded. You glared at the giddy angel, rolling your eyes.
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