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[ text || 03:49 || to: proserpinetree ]
in a hypothetical universe where you fucked christ what would you do
[ text || 03:51 || to: proserpinetree ]
i need an answer in like the next three minutes
[ text || 03:55 ][ to: sephy ]
sweetheart you're not the most subtle being in the universe
[ text || 03:57 ][ to: sephy ]
in this hypothetical universe do i like christ in a more-than-sexual way???
| supervene || closed |
{ † || ------ Her stature being slightly shorter than Asmodeus' 5'11 means that the faintly glittering jacket she'd somehow acquired from him partially covers her hands and falls past her hips, but at least she's harder to spot like this.
Her current case is on hold, temporarily paused until Lucifer had stopped demanding her to follow Samhain around.
Not that Proserpine blames him, but; she's surrounded by reapers already.
Perhaps he's merely unaware.
For hours now, she's been stepping lightly through the shadows at the edges of various streets, catching hold of Samhain's residual energy and following it through the tears in spacetime that allows them to teleport. Nothing new; she'd tailed people before, but normally there tended to be a result other than them not dying.
To her credit, she's actually made an effort to blend in -- Asmodeus' jacket is the only piece of her usual ensemble that she's wearing. Leggings and ankle-high boots -- unlike her father, without a heel -- and a Rolling Stones shirt, 'borrowed,' from Apollyon are enough to make her look suitably human.
The boots are good for kicking people's heads in, too.
Not that she's hoping to do so.
Eyes fixed on Samhain, halfway down the street ahead of her -- there'd been a car crash -- she only chances a few steps closer, sticking to the shadows and leaning against the doorframe of a shop. Maybe she's taking this too seriously -- but if that's true, then Lucifer's even worse.
After all; he's the one who forced her to practically stalk his own wife -- fiance? -- just because of his own paranoia.
The souls flit away, disappearing through slips in the realms to Heaven or Hell -- or Purgatory, she supposes. Letting her arms fall to her side, pushing away from the wall, she waits for Samhain to move before stepping any further --
and then there's an axe buried in the bricks behind her, missing her skull by a hairs breadth.
❝What the fuck?❞
Ducking to the side, a dagger materializing in her grip, she skittered backwards, glaring. Meibe, she thought -- Meibe? -- one of the reapers, but --
❝Don't fucking throw that thing -- ❞
❝Are you related to Lucifer?❞
An eyebrow raises. ❝Is it obvious?❞
❝It's the hair.❞ Perfect, beautiful, fucking hair -- Asmodeus' voice rings in her head, tone more than slightly disturbing. If she could go back and stop him ever telling her what he thought of Lucifer, she would. Meibe glances at Samhain over her shoulder, shaking her head once. ❝'s alright, she's not with Amos.❞
