𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓲𝓶𝔃𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵!

Jegudiel was slightly taken aback by the gesture of a free drink. Though he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. “I thank you Mimzy, I will pay this favor in kind one day. If you ever need something, anything at all just say the word and I will do everything in my power to make it happen.” He said with a smile.

In the back of his mind he figured that offer may come back to bite him. He didn’t care, he felt that he owed this demon at least some favor for the free drink. He looked around the bar and took note of the general feel of the place. He then made a decision, this would be where he would spend his free time away from the hotel.

When he was provided with his drink he took it with a humble bow. “Many thanks.” He stated before taking a sip, ah the refreshing burn and following arm tingle. “That’s the stuff, high quality too.” He looked at her and bobbed his head side to side with a look of contemplation. “Yes I think I can say with confidence that Alastor is my equal, in fact he’s my back up plan should I fall.” He drew his index finger across his neck. “Should I fall from grace and become a threat to Charlie or anyone else, I am certain he would be able to stop me.” He mused before taking another swig.

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Oh, now that was interesting. An Archangel offering her a favor, and ‘anything at all’ he had said. This could greatly be used to her advantage, if she played her cards right. Was possibly taking advantage of someone, who she at least considered her acquaintance, a bit cruel? Most likely. Instead, Mimzy pushed it to the back of her mind and widened her smile a bit.

“Well ain’t you a dear? It was no problem at all.” she spoke, her words sweet. Admittedly, hearing him compliment the quality of whiskey inflated her ego a bit. “Of course it’s high quality. Only the best for this establishment.” you could practically hear the pride dripping from her words.

As she listened to him speak more, it just became more and more interesting. She didn’t exactly know what ‘fall from grace’ meant, but Mimzy was pretty certain she got the idea.

“What do you mean by ‘fall’?” she couldn’t help but ask anyway. “And why do you think you’re going to?” she’d always been a curious thing, unable to keep to herself. Perhaps her insatiable nosiness was a bit of a flaw, but one that she couldn’t keep herself from indulging in.

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“FOOL! EVERY VILLAIN WORTH A DAMN MONOLOGUESSSS AT EVERY OPPORTUNITY! Itsss a requirement in thisss villain guide!”

He holds up a book: ‘How to be Evil: By Sir Pentious’

The book is tossed away to the sound of a Wilhelm scream. He then crosses his arms, “And what do I have to fear anyway, everyone SHOULD be fearing ME!”

Oh this was rich. Mimzy held in a laugh and ended up just giving the ‘villain’ an amused smirk. Perhaps eccentric was too kind of a word for someone like him. Oh! And that’s right, his name was Sir Pentious. At least that book was good for something.

“Really now? I simply must ask; why exactly should everyone be fearing you?” she asked playfully (and perhaps just a bit mockingly).

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“You have been kind to me thus far so kind you shall remain in my eyes. I must say all this talk has left my throat rather dry. Would it be alright for me to order some whiskey, I’d be willing to pay of course.” He figured if he was going to be spending his time in Hell then he might as well enjoy one of his vices. Though he never indulged to the point of drunkenness he did enjoy a glass of hard liquor every once and a while.

Being able to enjoy laughter with this demon felt…right somehow. Granted he never bought into Michael’s constant blathering about all demons being evil and needing to be cleansed. But being able to laugh at his brothers with someone had him feeling free, like a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

“And don’t you worry about me, there are very few demons in hell that would pose a threat to me. Lucifer is one, Lilith is another, Satan might but I’ve taken steps to make sure he doesn’t find out about my being here. Then there’s Alastor, that demon…no that man is the only one I consider my equal.”

“Well of course.” she grinned back at him before hailing a staff member and requesting a glass of whiskey. After ordering, she looked back at Jegudiel, “First glass is on the house, just this once.” her grin widened just a bit. Free drinks, even one, wasn’t something she did very often but she figured an Archangel randomly walking into your club is a one-time occurrence.

Mimzy wasn’t about to fight him more about being considered kind. It was probably a waste of time anyway. He hadn’t seen what she was capable of, and honestly there was a good chance he never would. She was a lot more subtle than a lot of other sinners.

“’Figured. I don’t think any regular sinner could touch someone like you. And oh yes, of course. Al is very powerful. If there was anyone in this hole that could go against an Archangel, of course it would be him.” despite the confidence in her voice towards her good friend, she couldn’t help but be a little surprised. She knew he was extremely strong, but to even be able to match an angel, let alone an Archangel? Somehow her admiration for the crimson demon grew a bit more. Her thoughts were interrupted as the staff member came out with Jegudiel’s drink.

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➤ SHE WAS STUNNING, a real knockout. The kind of woman that exuded confidence in the way so many didn’t. He’d watched her performance from across the bar, humming along and drumming his claws against the sticky counter in tune with the beat as he sipped at a glass of whiskey. There was no question about it; he had to have her.

“Have you noticed how all these dogs drool over you?” he glances at the lined bar, hands clasped behind his back. He directs his gaze back to Mimzy, a sly smile spread across his face. “You’re quite arresting yourself, my darling.”

Onstage the bar’s band moves on to another number and the exchange between the two is kept private by the susurration of polite conversation and smooth notes. The new song is nowhere near as good without her, but he taps his foot to it and there’s a boyish mischief in his eyes.

He extends a hand to her, a slight bend at the waist so that they’re eye level. My, she’s even more beautiful up close. “Care to dance?”

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"I suppose I notice, but it is rather hard to pay them any mind when you’re in the room.” Mimzy grinned up at him, showing off her sharp teeth a bit in the process. Every time he spoke like that to her it just made her heart flutter like a young girl with her first crush.

As she gazed into his eyes, the music started playing once more and she couldn’t help but think about how romantic this all felt. Even if it seemed like any other interaction between the two. At his question, she immediately, yet delicately, placed her hand in his.

“I thought you’d never ask.” she replied, her smile growing.

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@swiingin liked for a starter!

“HURRY EGGSSSS! Once we get thessse partsss into my ship, I shall consssstruct a NEW weapon with which I will ssssow unssspeakable evil and BRING HELL TO ITSSS KNEESSSSS….and not in the ‘Angel Dussst’ way…that’sss grossss.

GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-Huh?”

Pink eyes gaze upon an unfamiliar face. Who was that?

“YOU THERE! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN SSSTANDING THERE!?”

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Mimzy blinked a few times. Oh, right, she’d seen this demon on the picture show before. His name was Sir Pen-something? Somehow he was even more eccentric in person. His little egg minions didn’t exactly help that opinion either. At his query, she gave the snake demon a charming smile.

“Oh I’ve been standing here for awhile. Do you always monologue like that? I do say you should be a bit more careful. You never know who could hear it.” she chuckled.

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Hearing her thoughts about his brothers had him laughing, genuinely laughing. He calmed himself and stifled his laughter as he gave her a nod of affirmation. “If you want to slap him then you won’t find me trying to stop you. He could use a good thrashing, might show him a thing or two about being a better person.”

He looked around the club and let out a content sigh. There was that feeling of peace again. He truly found himself at ease, in Hell of all places. Maybe his time in the inferno wouldn’t be so bad after all.Only time would tell, but he was willing to see how things played out.

“You’re a truly kind soul, Mimzy. I am grateful that you put up with my ramblings, if Hell is filled with people like you then I am happy to stay here.” He mused as his smile returned with renewed strength.

She laughed a bit with him. At least this Archangel wasn’t about to get angry at her for saying such a thing. The prospect of a demon ‘showing an Archangel a thing or two about being a better person’ just made her smile a bit wider. The irony, and all that.

Hearing his compliment made her pause though and she almost did a double take. She still smiled, though it was admittedly a little tight. Mimzy gave her new acquaintance a soft chuckle before replying.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I must say it’s probably not the best idea to see me as ‘kind’. I didn’t end up in Hell for jaywalkin’.” her smile softened and she gave him a quick wink. “I’d say be careful out there, but you’re an Archangel ain’t you? So I think you’ll be just fine.” really, most demons would probably scared shitless of him anyway.

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He kept his smile through the entire exchange until she asked the question, could sinners be redeemed. His smile faltered for a moment as he rubbed the back of his head. Charlie could try and redeem as many sinner as she wished but ultimately the choice wasn’t up to he as to whether or not they would be allowed passage to Heaven. “I…I hope so, in my heart I believe that it is possible. As the right hand of God Michael will have the say on whether or not a sinner can enter Heaven. I know my brother will probably say no…but I’m hoping he won’t be the one making the decision. I am praying that my father will allow those he seek redemption passage to paradise.”

He wanted these sinners to be free of this place of suffering, everyone deserved a second chance. That’s what Charlie believed any how and he needed something to believe in as well.

“As to your previous statement Michael isn’t all that bad he’s just…paranoid. You see back in Heaven Michael and Lucifer were near inseparable. Then when the war broke out Michael was the one to cast Lucifer out. He doesn’t admit it but I think he blames himself for what happened to Lucifer. Now my brother Raphael on the other hand he is a cruel being, can you believe that when he heard about the hotel he wanted to burn it to the ground with Charlie still inside?”

Honestly this was just becoming depressing. Even if Mimzy didn’t believe they could be redeemed in the first place, hearing him sound so unsure was pretty pitiful. In the end, it was pretty clear they were just running a fool’s errand. Mimzy decided to hold her tongue on the matter. She wasn’t that cruel.

“...Then we’ll just have to see, now won’t we?” she decided on saying. It wasn’t a lie, at least. However as Jegudiel continued speaking, Mimzy’s blood began to boil. “Paranoid or not, he ain’t got any right to be an ass. And pardon me but I’d like to slap this Raphael fella with the back of my hand.”

Even if she thought what Charlie was doing was idiotic and was annoyed by her at times, she didn’t hate the princess. Actually, Mimzy thought she was a real sweetheart. Too much of a sweetheart to be stuck in this dump.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at what she had called Alastor. “I wouldn’t call him the bee’s knees but I do enjoy his company.” He said lifting his eyes from the ground and back to her, his smile had returned in that time. He let out a groan as he stretched his wings unfurling as he did so. It felt good to have someone to casually talk with, his conversations with Al always had the underlying threat of violence from both parties.

He question and following statement about Charlie only add to his smile as he gave her a nod. “I am indeed, Lucifer and I weren’t particularly close back in Heaven but I like all our siblings loved him deeply. His daughter is very much like him, a near spitting image. You know back when she was first born I asked to visit Hell so that I could give her a gift. Michael refused to allow such a thing so I tried to leave without permission and well…I’m not ashamed to say the my big brother knocked me into next week.” He said with a laugh as he rubbed the back of his head.

“As to your question about me fixing things, from the first day I opened my eyes I’ve had a talent for fixing and building things. Alongside my brother Jophiel we helped our father build the seven layers of heaven. So when news reached me that Charlie was opening a hotel I figured I’d offer my services, I plan to try and make up for all the birthdays I missed while I’m at it.”

“Well I think he’s just the swellest. Not many would say that they enjoy his company though, so I’ll give you a pass.” she joked and gave a light chuckle. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t still wary, though. Trusting an angel of all things went against everything that had been drilled into her head since she arrived.

Even so, it was pretty interesting to hear more about the King of Hell himself. Especially from someone who was so close to him. Closely related, at least. It wasn’t like the king came out very often. She’d never even seen him in person.

“Oh now ain’t that just a bunch of bushwa! Because you wanted to see your niece? This Michael fella sounds like a real piece of work.” was insulting another Archangel a bad idea? Maybe. But in the end Mimzy found that she didn’t really care. It wasn’t like he was here. “Admittedly, I’m still surprised that someone with your rank is bothering with a project like this. No offense intended, of course. But I’m curious, do you really believe sinners can be redeemed?”