@killforfrenchfries || closed
.。.:*☆ Anna knew that the other was a demon before even stepping up any closer to her. It was the smell. Demons always smelled like Hell, in one way or another.
The angel stopped her tracks, melting into the crowd, cautious and the angel blade already showing up, hidden in the sleeve of her coat. The last thing Anna wanted was a fight, but she had no idea if the demon would be on the same page with her, after all.










