"i've known you for centuries and you would have thought that i might be able to somewhat stand you by now"
"you know you love me"
☾ in which an angel and a demon are forced to save the world and are less than pl...
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Neon signs outside draped a luminescent glow through the motel window and the wooden floorboards creaked under her feet as she stepped towards her captive, bound by makeshift ropes ripped from the musty bedsheets, which now lay cast away to the side.
"Look. I don't get why you're making it so hard for yourself. Just tell me where it is." His eyes widened and he shook his head violently from side to side, his greasy hair clinging to his forehead with beads of sweat. She heaved a large sigh and ran her calloused hands over her face and through her knotted hair.
"I'll make you a deal, you can have anything you want," She began, dropping down to rest on her calves to be eye level with the unwilling guest. The statement clearly peaked his interest as his shoe-clad foot halted in its nervous bouncing, she jerked her hand in agreement. "Yes! Anything you can dream about. If, and only if, you tell me where the goddamn Grimoire is!" Her patience wearing thin.
Suddenly, as she was about to reach for the worn blade in her back pocket a loud, commanding cough came from behind her. A dainty hand rested on her tense shoulders and she went to grab it. "I think that is just enough for today don't you Mara?" Her hand had immediately stalled once she heard the soft voice speak.
Mara recognised that voice. She could never forget it, and never would. "Why, what a surprise it is to see you Ambrosia, my Angel." She felt the hand leave her shoulder and decided that it was time to face the music.
Turning around her breath was caught in her throat. There right across the room, was God, watching as she held a witch hostage, proceeded to hassle him for the most wanted spell book and then move on to practically torture him. Mara now knew that's she was in deep shit.
After releasing the witch from his bindings and a few choice words along the lines of "I thought you knew better than to mess with things you don't understand." Mara was delivered the news. "You can't be serious. There is no way I'm parading around the streets with that." She thrust her chipped black polished nails in Ambrosia's direction and sulked around the room.
"She'll make me look like a fool! Plus I don't even want to help save the world! What has the world ever done for me?" The question was left hanging and a blanket of silence rested over the three celestial beings.
"I mean, come on. You can't expect us to be able to work together! We're complete opposites, all we'll end up doing is arguing." Mara knew that answering back to God probably wasn't the best thing she could do to help her case right now but she was mad.
How could they just turn up out of the blue and interrupt her own life, because, believe it or not, Mara did have her own things to be getting on with.
The room was now much darker, the signs outside had been switched off and the only source of light was from the full moon sliding through the slats of the dust-covered blinds.
There was only one more option to maybe let her get out of this. Begging. Mara wasn't the type to beg; she would much rather have people begging at her feet for a deal of some kind, but a Demon's gotta do what a Demon's gotta do.
