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"Even in the depths of hell, connections spark like flames, illuminating paths we never knew we wanted to walk."
...THE DEVIL'S ADVOCATE!
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After the meeting with Adam, you flop down onto your bed, a soft sigh escaping your lips. The weight of the day settles on your shoulders, and you can't help but reflect on the encounter. Who knew the leader of the angel army could be such a... well, such a dick?
You bury your face in your pillow, half-laughing, half-groaning at the absurdity of it all. The way he strutted around, filled with self-importance, made you want to roll your eyes. It's as if he thought he was above everyone else, just because of his title.
As you lie there, the plush comfort of your bed envelops you, and you can't shake the frustration gnawing at you. "What's his deal?" you mutter to yourself, recalling how he dismissed your concerns and acted like everything was beneath him. You had come into the meeting ready to discuss serious matters, only to be met with condescension.
Rolling over, you glance at the clock—night has fallen, casting shadows across your room. You sigh again, realizing how much you wished for a little more respect, a little more acknowledgment of your position.
With a huff, you kick off your shoes and allow your body to sink deeper into the mattress. "At least I'm not like him," you murmur, a small smile creeping onto your face as you think of your friends—Husk, Vaggie, and especially Angel. They know what it means to care for each other, unlike the self-centered display you just witnessed.
As you close your eyes, the day's events replay in your mind. You think of how you'll have to deal with Adam again, how you'll need to stand your ground next time. But for now, you allow yourself to drift, hoping for dreams that carry you far from the chaos of Hell and its self-proclaimed leaders.
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You wake to a soft murmuring, the gentle sounds pulling you from the depths of sleep. Slowly, you blink your eyes open, adjusting to the dim light filtering through your curtains. As your vision clears, you notice Angel snuggled up beside you, his face nuzzled against your shoulder, looking utterly content.
"Angie, are you alright, baby?" you ask, your voice a mix of concern and affection as you cock your head to get a better look at him. He stirs slightly, a sleepy smile spreading across his lips as he blinks awake, his vibrant eyes sparkling with mischief even in his sleepy state.
"Just enjoying the view," he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep, and he burrows deeper into your side, as if trying to merge with you. The warmth radiating from him is comforting, a stark contrast to the chill that often permeates the hotel at night.
