burn to ashes

Taking his hand delicately in hers, the black lace on her hand contrasting the white of their skins, she followed him out onto the floor. Taking the frame of the dance, she followed his lead for a moment. Leaning in, her voice was a touch husky. “Do you mind playing a little game tonight Azrael? A real little game….” She had been drinking a little before Azrael approached her, and each of the words leaving her lips was slightly slurred. “You’re always so… bad. But I am so good…” She leaned into him, pressed against him tightly. “Lets play opposites tonight. You be the pure one… live up to that jacket…”

She laughed a little, biting at his ear before leaning back and dancing around with him some more. “Think you could do it Az? Could you a good little boy for one night?” She couldn’t help but laugh, but it turned into a hum as the music caught her attention for a moment, and she began to hum the tune, a touch off key, but she kept the beat close enough that it wasn’t glaringly bad.

#vhevent #a reversalof roles

The reversal of roles was more than just a little bit intriguing for Azrael. Along with so many other things that he had given in to that evening, the opportunity just seemed too interesting to pass up. "Of course, love. You know I like to play games." Azrael said it as if it was a matter-of-fact. However, underneath it all, he wasn't sure if he could go along with it. Was it possible for him to behave for even a night? He didn't think so. The white ensemble was certainly helping to make him feel like a different person, but it would be hard to cover up his darkness for a whole night.

Still, he lied. "I promise you, I can be good for just a night. The question is--how well will you do in my shoes? Do you have what it takes to be evil, Evangeline?" He placed his hand behind her back and spun her around at the appropriate time in tune with the music, although it seemed very obnoxious for him to have done so. He didn't normally like to dance, even though it felt quite natural with Evan all things considered. Azrael continued speaking, after he pulled her tight. "Personally, I don't think you have what it takes." He paused, and decided to add, "But you're learning, all you need is a little breaking in. So by all means, take over for the night and see what it's like first hand."

#a reversal of roles

A Reversal of Roles → Evan + Azrael

Standing on the far side of the dance floor, Azrael was able to spy on the girl before she made her way anywhere near him. He stood casually on the side, people watching, with a scotch in one hand. The music was blaring loudly--but through the alcohol daze everything seemed very casual, calm, and silent. The party seemed to have been going on for days, although Azrael was certain that he had been there for only a few hours. Still, he remained calm. Now was not the time to lose his focus. Azrael narrowed in on his target, and then went for the kill like a wild beast attacking prey.

"Evan," he announced, and strode across the floor in his saint-like attire smoothly. Azrael couldn't help but consider the irony as he approached her, and saw that she was dressed as sinner. "Would you dance with me?" the demon asked, and extended his hand towards her. He knew that she would recognize him instantly. The mask was no disguise for centuries worth of history and torment. Evan could probably sense him at this point, and Azrael was sure that he could do the same with her, He furrowed his eyebrows at her, and left his arm extended in the air, waiting for her response.

Sinner of the Night || Persephone and Open

Persephone made her way across town to the Valhallow Event Center for the one thing she had been waiting for in anticipation for months, the Saints and Sinners Masquerade Ball. She entered the huge ballroom where creatures and humans alike intertwined, socializing, dancing, and everything in between. She was very excited to spend the night with a room full of ‘strangers’ and possibly meet someone she knew all over again. Persephone wasn't sure if the gold wire mask she wore really hid her identity, but she was going to have fun nonetheless.

As she began to drift through the crowd, the eyes of many were on her. The Siren smirked slyly as she passed them, winking as some made eye contact with her. She soaked in all the attention she was getting, but really, who wouldn’t be looking at her in that drop dead gorgeous dress. Persephone even hoped to even take a man home tonight, if it lead that way. She was a sinner this evening and it excited her to try something new. The Siren made her way through the crowded room towards the bar to get a much needed drink. When she arrived, she gained the attention of the bartender and ordered a glass of wine. She waited as her eyes met another's.

Azrael swirled his second drink in his hand at the bar and then took a sip. His eyes drifted down to all the people that stood there, and suddenly, his eyes locked on Persephone. He knew that it was her despite the mask, primarily because of the way that her body looked in the gorgeous dress that she was in. He had spent a pretty fair amount of time studying her curves (more so that he would admit), so when he watched her saunter over and order a cocktail, he could tell that it was her even though she was wearing a mask. He took another drink for courage, and then made his way over to the younger girl.

He was sure that she would recognize him instantly, but still decided to play pretend for a little while. He placed his drink on the bar and then walked up behind her and placed two careful hands across her eyes, so that she had no idea who was coming up behind her. "Guess who?" He whispered, and held on to her in order to keep the mystery alive.

#vhevent

Pray For Our Sinners → OPEN

Azrael left the bar, drink in hand, and made his way across the crowded event center. There were festivities going on all around him--music, dancing, drinking, talking, and laughing were just some of the things going on. There was also gambling tables set up on the far left side of the room, with people lined up left and right just hoping to get lucky. Those that preferred a guaranteed good time were crowded on the right, where a burlesque show was taking place. Loud, thumping, music streamed from speakers all around the room, but somehow Azrael didn't mind. His head was instead preoccupied with everything going on all around him; for the first time it seemed like Valhallow was really alive.

Dressed in an all white suit and tie with a matching mask, Azrael's saintly attire was much different compared to the devilish things going on his mind. The chance to dress up and play pretend had been too much for him to deny. He thought that it would be fun to play like the good guy for the day, and even help him to take advantage of people. It was easier to trust a saint than a sinner, after all. Who knew what trouble he could cause behind the guise of a mask? The mischievousness of it all was too alluring for Azrael, although he would never normally attend such a function.

He stalked over to the far right side of the room, peering through his mask at all of the dancers that modeled lingerie and their fancy dance moves on stage. Burlesque was always an art that Azrael enjoyed and appreciated, if only for his own selfish reasons. Assuredly, he took a seat in the second row, leaned back in his chair, and took a sip of his drink. Parties weren't so bad after all, at least when they came with perks like this one. The demon relaxed and watched. The time passed by pretty quickly, as he was enjoying himself more than he had in a while. Not even the loud music or the smell of all the inferior species surrounding him was enough to crush Azrael's mood. Then, just about the only thing that could take it away walked up to him, and the voice of someone that he recognized flooded his ears.

"Can't you see I'm busy?" He sneered, and then turned to face the person that had approached him.

#vhevent #vhopen

Unfinished Business → Evan + Azrael

At first, she was quite irked that he had followed her. She probably should have just given him the bottle, and that would have held him for a little longer. But then the warmth of his arm, the closeness of his body… It began to affect her, just like that odd dream the other night. The heat down below was beginning to start again. “Are you just going to have your way with me again?” She asked softly, her voice cracking a little in fear.

Even with that though, she felt her hips moving of their own accord, almost as if they were possessed by something besides her own mind. They pressed back ever so slightly into his, slowly swaying left and right, as if she was in a waltz, even though her feet didn’t move with them.

The following is under a read more for possible NSFW connotations. Please read at your own risk.

Azrael removed his arms from her waist and brought his hands around both of her shoulders. Forcefully, he flipped her around so that she was facing him, and he looked her dead in the eye. He grabbed her lower back and pulled her even closer to him, and whispered, "Why? Is that what you'd like?" Then he kissed her--differently than the last time that he did. It was deeper, longer, more hopeless and desperate. He ran his hands up and down her back, holding onto her as if his life depended on it.

Quickly, he pushed her down onto the bed and climbed on top of her. He pushed her head to the side, leaned forward, and spoke softly right in her ear. "Tell me Evan, is that what you want?" He didn't know why he suddenly felt as if he wanted to have her permission, he had already taken her unwillingly in the past. Now that he had that though, it was of no use for him to do it again. Azrael pulled himself off her, and stopped everything. "Tell me if you want me to stop." He said earnestly, but kept his arm firmly around her as if he didn't have any real intentions to stop if she told him to.

Monster With A Plan → Persephone + Azrael

There was an internal battle going on in the Siren’s mind. What was she to do? Half wanted to believe his story, the other didn’t. Half wanted to take the ring, the other didn’t. No longer was she looking at him, but her gaze was shifted to her wine glass. It wasn’t any particular reason though. Her elbow rested on the table as she set her index finger on the rim of her glass, slowly circling her finger around it. She continued this motion for a while before glancing back up to him.”It isn’t made of bronze or silver, is it?” She asked, still not looking at him.

Sirens were weakened by those metals. From each of the Sirens she had met, it had a different affect for each individual. For some, it made their bodies weak. Others, their immune systems were actually weakened. It even burned some. But for Persephone, shocks. Almost as if she were sticking her finger into an electrical socket. It hurt like hell, so she tried as much as she could, to stay away from such metals.

Persephone picked up her glass again and took a sip, listening to him answer her. The debate continued though her mind as he spoke. Should she take the ring? Should she not? She still didn’t trust him, well, she did to an extent, but his story just seemed a little farfetched to her, but she didn’t let him know that. Even though she was having a hard time believing his story, she was going to take the ring.

Despite Persephone's calm and unwavering demeanor, Azrael could tell that she was nervous. He could feel it, plain as day. "No, it's not." Azrael said calmly, and then decided to change the subject so as not to blow his cover. "But it's fine--just think about it. I'll leave it there for you." He nodded towards it, and then took a sip of his drink. The appetizers on their table remained untouched by him, who didn't care much for food in general. It wasn't as if he had to eat to stay alive, although many demons would. Azrael just wasn't very interested in it because he preferred not to participate in mortal pastimes.

"So," he said, with a smile on his face. He tried desperately to appear as if the whole ring situation wasn't infuriating him. "Shall we go back to getting to know each other? I think I've shared enough about myself, maybe you should tell me something about you I don't already know." Azrael's eyes shifted from Persephone, to the ring, and back. He wasn't sure if he was doing a good job of covering up his calculations. How could make sure that she took it home? Pressing the matter certainly wasn't going to help. Perhaps he could try to shift the focus towards their relationship, and once he buttered her up, he could bring it back up. Appealing to her softer side would probably do the trick.

"Or maybe we don't have to talk about each other. Let's talk about us. Tell me, Persephone. What do you think about me?" Azrael took a long sip of his drink but didn't break eye contact. Once he set the drink down, he smirked and cast a calm, sensual gaze towards her. Certainly she would crack if she though that he had feelings for her. However, as Azrael sat across the table from Persephone and reached out to place his hand on hers, he wondered if the reason that he was lying to her was because he actually was starting to form feelings. Pushing away people that got too close had always been his specialty.

Unfinished Business → Evan + Azrael

Evan came walking back in, an old fashioned glass filled with vodka and cola, a small wedge of lime pressed into the top. “I don’t have anything for your fancy taste, so you’ll just have to be normal for a day.” Placing it down in front of the man, she turned, and quickly said. “You’re welcome.” before making her way to her her room, “Make yourself comfortable, enjoy the drink, and then go on your merry way.”

Inside her room, she had for the most part stripped down to her underwear, getting ready to change into something more comfortable… mostly just sweats and a loose tee-shirt that had a few holes in it.

He studied the drink in his hand carefully, inspecting it as if perhaps Evan had poisoned it. After sniffing it, he took a small sip and instantly felt better. He hadn't drank vodka in thousands of years, but he imagined that it would work just the same, and it happened to be his only option. "You should invest in some quality alcohol, princess," Azrael called as Evan made her way out of the room. His eyes followed her every movement as she exited, and the room filled with an eerie silence once she was gone. Azrael downed the remainder of his drink in an instant and then left the empty glass sitting on the table. He stood up and followed her to the other room for no particular reason.

Standing in the doorway of Evan's room, Azrael watched silently as she removed her clothes and stood in her underwear with her back to him. From that side, Azrael could make out two definite scars down her back from where her wings once were. At first it made him feel uncomfortable, but as he continued watching her it actually made him more interested--as if they were one and the same. She really was very pretty and had a good body to match, scars and all. Before she could put on the clothes that she had picked out, Azrael stepped forward towards her and wrapped one arm around her waist.

"Don't get dressed," he spoke, breathing down her neck. "You look much better with your clothes off."

iristhevampire

I take it you think you’re charming. Can you handle the blood, love?

I'm always up for a little blood play, if you're interested in that sort of thing.

#iris morrison

Monster With A Plan → Persephone + Azrael

Persephone took a moment to take all of this in. She wasn’t exactly sure what to do. One moment she was just breaking the ice and asking what species he was, and the next, he was telling her his whole life story, and to be honest, she wasn’t sure she really believed it. Up till now, Azrael had seemed to keep his distance, and all of a sudden, he’s pouring out his heart and soul to him? That seemed a little weird to her. None the less, he at least seemed to be genuine about it. But his eyes however, those gave him away. The Azrael she knew up till now always had a dark, distant, soulless look in them, but now, they were filled with sorrow, and despair. She didn’t trust him, but part of her told her to, so she may as well attempt to believe him for the time being.

The ring was a whole different story in its own. Before she took it into her hands, Persephone examined it as he held it, trying to figure out what type of material it was made out of. It seemed gold, but for all she knew it was silver with a gold finish, and she didn’t want to touch it and have a chance of her getting hurt. Why did he want to give it to her? Did he like her? No, that couldn’t be it. Maybe he was lying to her, maybe it was cursed and he just wanted to pass it on to someone else. Then again, maybe it was her paranoia getting the best of her. The Siren glanced back up at him, then back to the ring.

A gentle look of curiosity was painted on her face, she tried all she could not to seem distrusting and suspicious. The Siren looked back up to him and smiled “This is very sweet of you Azrael, but why me?” She asked with a slight tilt of her head. She might as well get some of her questions answered, or at least try to. Persephone looked into his eyes once more. The dark orbs seemed to pierce through her like a knife, even as they looked so distressed.

The fact that she took the time to ask him more questions worried Azrael, and for a moment he worried that she would decline his offer. Thoughts raced through his head all once, primarily dealing with what he was going to do if she said no to him. He could slip it into her pocket when she wasn't paying attention. Azrael had always been pretty stealthy, and he could probably get away with that. However, that wasn't how he wanted to go about it at all, so he tried to stick with his previous plan and just come across as nice and innocent. If he stuck with the story, surely she would come around. After all, Persephone seemed like the gullible type, at least from what Azrael knew about her so far. She wouldn't turn down a helpless man in need. Right?

"The truth is, Persephone..." Azrael said, his voice trailing as the familiar alcohol buzz began to take over. It was calming, relaxing, and warming, which helped him to ease up in his seat and talk more easily. "I don't have anybody here to give it to. All of my friends and family are up in heaven now, you see, and I don't have a single friend in all of Valhallow. That's why I want you to take it. I wouldn't want to give it to somebody that I didn't know, and I'm not willing to sell it." He shook his head repeatedly for the effect. "No, it's much too valuable to sell. I wouldn't get the money that it's worth if I just sold it to a pawn shop or something. That's why I'd prefer to pass it along, to somebody that could use it."

He pushed the ring closer to her once more. "Please, take it. You don't understand how painful it is for me to look at it. It's hurts me more than you'd care to imagine." Suddenly, Azrael's conversation was interrupted. The appetizers that he had ordered arrived at the table, as well as a refill on his drink. He stopped talking to let her think it over, as well as to pass her one of the small plates that the waiter had brought to them. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he spoke again. "It's fine if you don't want it, I completely understand." Another lie. Azrael was desperately clinging to the hope that she would take the ring. If she did, all of his plans would finally begin to take hold.

Unfinished Business → Evan + Azrael

"I do expect some decency from you, yes. Especially if you expect to keep touching me the way you seem to want to." She growled, before taking his hand in hers and leading him down the road. Once she got to the end of the street, she made a turn towards her apartment, knowing she’s got a small selection of strong hard liquors.

"And thank you for for saying please." She said softly as she walked, before inputting her key code into the door lock. She shook her head for a moment before opening the door and pushing the man through gently. "Take a seat. I’ll get you your drink."

He made his way through her door, stepping slowly and cautiously through the entry way. Being in Evan's house made him nervous; Azrael didn't know what she was going to try to pull or what she may have been hiding. Part of him screamed to run for the hills as fast as he could, but instead, Azrael stood there stock still. The thought of finally getting a drink was enough to keep him there. His eyes flitted all across the room as he took in his surroundings. Finally, the demon sauntered over to a nearby chair and collapsed with sigh. Evan left the room, to go get him a drink, he presumed, and he tapped his foot impatiently and tapped his hands on the arm rest.

"Will you hurry up? Goddamn woman, you'd think it wouldn't take you all night to pour me a fucking drink!" He shouted, hoping she would hear him and come along.

Monster With A Plan → Persephone + Azrael

Persephone was hit with a hoard of questions and she wasn’t even sure where to start. She paused to ponder for a moment. She glanced around for the waiter to come back around so she could order a drink as well. The Siren looked back to him and asked “Well, what species are you then?” She asked.

The waiter came back and she ordered a glass of wine for herself, he walked off and she looked back at Azrael, asking him before he could even answer her first question. “And while you’re at it, why don’t you tell me what you do for a living?”

It was true, she wanted to know everything about him. She wanted know down to the last detail, but he had been so distant up till now, that she wasn’t sure that was even capable of happening. So, Persephone just decided to let everything continue on as it would, see where fate would lead the two of them.

#az why u lie so much #monster with a plan

Finally, she had asked about him. As the questions poured out of her mouth in a smooth, sing-song, tone, Azrael smirked. He could tell that the girl was interested in him, he could feel it radiating from her smile and off of her skin. The ability to read people had always been one of Azrael's favorite things about being a demon. It made it easy to manipulate situations and work them to his advantage. When she finished, he took another sip of his drink and decided on what he was going to tell her. The truth? A lie? He wasn't ready to put his cards all out on the table just yet, so he thought it would be best to keep her in the dark.

"I'm a Fallen Angel," Azrael lied, and gave a half hearted smile. The lie made him feel better, as if he was in control of the situation. She wouldn't trust him properly if she knew that he was a demon, so the fact that he lied only helped his cause. He continued to twirl the ring in his pocket between his fingers. "And I'm unemployed, at least for the time being." With that, Azrael lifted the ring out of his pocket and set it down on the table. Now was where things got tricky. He had to actually follow through with the plan which involved a small, made up, sob story. The ring sat on the table in front of them, and Azrael stared at it with the saddest eyes he could muster.

"When I was an angel, I was one of God's most favored servants." He gave a sniffle and thought about Evan, his inspiration for the fake back story. He continued, "I had such a wonderful life there. I was friends with all the angels and had the opportunity to worship my God with everything that I had." Azrael paused for dramatic effect. "And then--then it was all taken away from me. I was sent to Earth to help a human, and when I did even I, God's most trusted, fell to gluttony. I began to drink more than I should have and fell out of His favor. It's my biggest regret." He twiddled with his thumbs and looked down, trying purposefully to avoid eye contact with Persephone. "I was kicked out of heaven and left with nothing. Now the only thing I have to remind me of my time spent up there is this stupid old ring that was a gift from one of my brothers. He gave it to me before I fell, but it only causes me pain."

Azrael pushed the ring across the table to Persephone. He gave her the sweetest, most innocent, puppy-dog eyes that he had, and even let his eyes water with fake tears. "Persephone," he said sadly, "I want you to have the ring. It's blessed and will bring you good luck, and since it only reminds me of what I used to be, I'd really love for you to take it. Please, it's the only way I can get it out of my life once and for all and move on from my painful past."

Unfinished Business → Evan + Azrael

She listened, and walked at his brisk pace, trying to look as if she was walking with him, rather than being dragged by him. Once outside the pub though, she rolled her eyes with the nudge she was given, but upon the minor smack… Her eyes opened wide, and she turned to face him with a minor fury in her eyes. Reaching up and grabbing at his ear as if he were a small child, rather than some full-grown man, she led him along towards the nearest alley side, and pushed him up against the wall. “Azrael… I don’t care how much of a badass you thing you are. If you ever touch my ass without my permission again, I will teach you the meaning of pain. I remember once hearing about some crazy noble who tortured people by carving people’s hearts out with spoons. That’s a little over the top for me, but trust me, with over 5000 years worth of experience behind me, I’m pretty sure I can come up with something even you haven’t felt before.”

Once she was done scolding him, she shook her head, before straightening her hair once more. “Now, if you really need a single drink that bad… You could ask. I might just provide if I hear a single nicety for me. Like Please? Or maybe a Thank You.” She turned her head ever so slightly towards him, as if expecting one of those words from him.

He stared at her blankly, unblinking. "Oh come on, love. Do you really expect me to be decent towards you? Don't you know who I am by now? Decency isn't in my blood." Azrael's hands shook as he said the words. His craving for alcohol was getting worse as the minutes ticket by. Again and again, his mind kept going back to the vision of his freshly bought bottle broken to a million pieces on the ground. It made him cringe, although it wasn't visible on his face. No, in front of Evan he made a constant effort to not show how desperately he desired a drink. She would only say that he was getting sloppy, which he most certainly was not. At least, he wouldn't admit that he was.

"Fine," he finally spoke, mainly because he couldn't hold his composure in front of her anymore. The shaking was getting too bad, she would certainly pick up on it soon enough and that would only lead to her ridiculing him--which would only make the matter worse. "Please..." The words felt unusual coming out of his mouth, and left a bad taste. It suddenly dawned on him that he coudln't actually remember the last time that he spoken them, but he shrugged it off. He had been a demon for four thousand plus years now, it wasn't like he was going to suddenly develop manners after all this time.

iristhevampire

Come on now, order up or go. This isn’t a baby sitting joint.

I'll happily take a scotch as long as you're the one making it, pretty.

#heyyy!#iris morrison

Unfinished Business → Evan + Azrael

Standing up slowly after being bull run by the demon she couldn’t help run into for whatever cruel trick of fate, she dusted herself off, ignoring him for a moment to check her bag for the small protective box inside it. Seeing that there weren’t any big dents in it, she looked back up at the demon. “Maybe I’m doing you a favor by breaking it all the time. You wouldn’t have all these little accidents where you run into everyone!” She paused taking a deep breath, trying not to get angry and have it get the best of her. “Alright. I was a little distracted to… so I’ll take the blame. But seriously Azrael. Even just a little betterment could probably take your evil to a whole new level. Right now, you’re an annoying little drunkard, who happens to be a major pain in the ass.”

Smiling for a moment, she looked at him, straightening his hair that had been messed up ever so slightly. “Imagine the evil you could get into. Only James Bond villains have ever reached such levels of villainy. Sophisticated, and careful. Sorta like how you used to be. Right now, even a little angel with the right clues could take you down. You’re so sloppy nowadays.”

"For your information, and not that it's any of your goddamn business," Azrael scolded, raising his voice with every word. "I haven't a thing to drink all day! And now, thanks to you, I won't get to." He looked down at all the broken glass. That was fifty dollars that he was never going to get back, along with the previous bottles that she had already smashed. "You know what," he said sternly, looking Evan in the eyes. "I think you owe me a drink. Let's go. You're going to buy me one." He grabbed onto her arm and began to pull her along the sidewalk, to the closest bar that he could find. The liquor store was closed but there had to be some place that he could go and let Evan pay for him to catch a buzz.

Anger rose in his stomach as he replayed her words in his head over and over. "I'm not sloppy now, Evan. And who are you to talk?" Azrael laughed, and looked at her up down. "You certainly have a more disheveled appearance now that you don't have those wings. And what are you doing to pass time, huh? Don't judge me because of my habits, at least I'm not running around making arts and crafts all day like you, princess. I'm evil, I'm allowed to have a drink." Azrael continued pulling her along until they finally passed by a tiny little pub. He let go of her arm, and stated firmly. "Now go in there and buy me a drink. I'm going to smoke a cigarette. Be quick, you hear?" With that, he gave he gave her a light push towards the door, and smacked her on the butt as if she was horse that he was trying to propel forward.

Monster With A Plan → Persephone + Azrael

Persephone had made her way quickly to the restaurant, not wanting Azrael to wait, and not wanting to go any longer without seeing him. Once she did arrive however, that same jolt of excitement coursed through her veins when her eyes landed on him, maybe it was the the suit and tie he adorned or the way his hair was slicked.. She didn’t know why she was so captivated by hi, she just was. When he placed his hand on her back, her heart began to race uncontrollably. The Siren took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down.

When the two of them sat at the small table in the restaurant, Persephone took a small sip of water from the cup that had been provided in an attempt to moisten her throat. It was a bit dry out of nervousness, she needed her voice to be smooth and melodic, not hoarse. The Siren didn’t know why she was so nervous, she had talked to Azrael before, she even sings in front of hundreds of people, so why on earth would she be nervous?

As Azrael’s deep, rich voice spoke, and complimented her, she began to calm down. The Siren’s heartbeat slowed, as well as her breathing, her lips curved and she set the water glass back down on the table. “Thank you for inviting me, Azrael.” His name rolled off her tongue like silk. “And you’re looking very sharp this evening as well.” She replied. “But, you have to tell me, what is the reason you have for asking me out tonight?” Persephone asked in a bit of a daunting tone.

Azrael didn't know to make out the girl that sat in front of him. He wanted her, desperately, but at the same time he thought that it would be best not to get involved with her. After all, it could be a distraction for him, and lately, he had been getting distracted too much. He couldn't afford to get himself in deep with a girl, no matter how beautiful she was. He shifted in his seat nervously as she questioned his motives for coming tonight. Was she on to him? There was no way that she could know about the ring that he held in his hands, and what powers it held. Right? Azrael wasn't sure anymore, and ordered a scotch to help settle the nerves.

"Do I have to have a reason to ask a pretty girl to go out to dinner with me?" Azrael asked, and tilted his head to the side. He could feel himself losing his purpose whenever he was around her, the plan was fading in the back of his mind and he had to fight to get it back. "I just thought, you know, maybe we could get to know each other better. We hardly know anything about each other, I mean, do you even know what species I am?" He gave a coy smile, not actually wanting to reveal anything about himself but knowing that it would most likely make her trust him more. For the plan to work, she had to trust him.

The scotch arrived at the table, and Azrael ordered two appetizers for them. He took a long swig of his drink before speaking. "So you mentioned last time we were together that you didn't know me that well, and I figured that now would be a good time to fix that. What would you like to know? Ask me anything. I'm all yours." He stumbled across the last three words when he realized the only other person he had said them too was Jezebeth, although it was under completely different circumstances. Azrael took another sip of his drink, swallowing his pride along with it, and waited for Persephone to speak.

Monster With A Plan → Persephone + Azrael

It was a normal early evening for Persephone, having just finished blowdrying her hair from the shower she had just taken. She was a bit happy that she didn’t have work tonight, she kind of just wanted to stay at home and watch a movie, or write some new music. And because that was the case, she was already in her pajamas. She had laid down on her bed and wrapped herself in a soft, warm blanket, when her cellphone rang on her bedside table. The Siren glanced over and picked up the phone, seeing it was an unknown number, she tilted her head in curiosity. At this point, she had forgotten about giving Asrael her number. She answered with a puzzled “Hello?”

Once she heard Azrael’s voice on the other line, an almost electric-like jolt of excitement coursed though her body. She listened to what he had to say, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. “You want to take me out?” Persephone repeated in a slightly confused tone. “I’d love to.” She replied. Her plans of staying in were almost immediately forgotten and she climbed off her bed. “What did you have in mind? Dinner?” The Siren questioned and went over to her wardrobe and opened the doors, scouring the crowded thing to find something that would impress the man.

A sly smile streched upon her face as she pulled out a dress. She laid it on her bed as she went to pick out some shoes, all the while listing to Azrael’s deep, smooth voice speak to her. His voice was the kind that could make a girl want to drop in an instant. It was a voice that could kill.

Azrael stood outside the restaurant that Persephone had chosen. His hair was slicked back nicely, and he wore suit and tie that made him appear to be a much better kept man than he actually was. Shuffling through his pocket, waiting for Persephone to arrive, Azrael pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He wasn't sure if she would appreciate the stench of old cigarette smoke, but his nerves were getting the best of him and a cigarette seemed to be the only solution. His hands shook as he alternated between having it in his mouth and between his fingers.

When she finally arrived, Azrael sauntered over to her an extended his hand towards he. He grabbed onto to her's, and then lifted it slowly up to his mouth. He gave her a quick, effortless kiss on the top of her hand and then wrapped his arm around her nonchalantly. "You're not cold, are you?" He asked as if he truly cared about her well being. "Come on, let's get you inside." Azrael led her through the front door, and was greeted by warmth and the smell of good food cooking. Waitresses buzzed by them, and quickly, a hostess met them and took them to a table.

Once they arrived at where they would be sitting, Azrael took Persephone's coat off and placed it nicely on the back of her chair. Underneath, she was wearing a beautiful dress that excited Azrael a bit more than it should have. He adjusted himself, took a deep breath, and sat across from her at the table. One hand went into his pocket and began to fiddle with the ring that he had placed in there, and the other rested gently on the table. Azrael cleared his throat before speaking. "Thank you for meeting me tonight, it means a lot that you'd come out here to be with me." He smiled earnestly, trying to appear calm and collected. "You look very beautiful."