dear_mun | Apping to distantskies

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So many angels here.

[A smile]

This will be fun.

And you think it's mine?

I'm sure it isn't, my infernal friend.

[A smile. Yes, she knows what you are. Hard not to tell.]

[Not like she does anything to hide it.]

Then trust me: killing these guys won't be so easy, not even the fallen one.

Odd, fallen angels turn into demons in my world.

[Guess yours are doing it wrong.]

These guys just turn mortal if they lose their Grace. Demons are just extremely tortured human souls.

Some similarities there, but other then that...

[She thinks about this for a moment.]

Your angels still have halos, right?

No, just the fluffy wings.

[She frowns now.]

An angel without a halo? Your world is doing it wrong.

[She sighs.]

Well, there goes my fun.

Well, I wouldn't say that. I mean, if you really think you got the stuff to kick their ass - I encourage it wholeheartedly.

It is a favorite of mine, but I like getting paid to do it.

And your preferred form of payment is...?

Cash, diamonds, gold, another day; you know the normal things.

My friends in the Inferno pay big for those little gold rings.

Well, I don't need their halos. Just having them out of the way would be enough.

I suppose they are annoying no matter where they are from.

Self-righteous and pedantic are their default settings.

Oh wonderful. The talking kind.

[Not excited about that.]

You mean you get ones that don't talk?

[Um, jealous.]

Most of them don't. I've had the pleasure of meeting only a few that spoke.

Color me jealous. I have to share headspace with one of them and sometimes I think he only talks because he like the sound of his own voice.

Don't they all?

Touché.