#flexmorality

[puckcdup]

    The male was on his hands and knees, paint and chalk covered his clothes and hands as he worked on his sidewalk sketches. It was supposed to rain this evening and the bunches of flowers that he was drawing would soon wash away but he’d have a picture and maybe others would see it and it would make him smile. That’s what he wanted his art to do.

  He moved back and bumped into someone. “Sorry.” Tre said. “Are you alright?”

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[hvlfbrcd]

@flexmorality​

                She was probably one of the most peculiar, and powerful entities to ever exist on the planet Earth. She was not quite a nephilim, nor was she a cambion by any stretch of the imagination. She was in a category all her own. Angel grace from the Devil himself, demon blood inherited from her mother’s cursed veins, and a dose of humanity which proved to be both an asset and an incredible weakness. Coming to in a field demolished by her own strength after an attack, she looked around at her carnage and frowned. So many humans rode like beasts by the angels and demons who sought her demise. Taking a breath, she tried to valiantly search for any signs of life within the radius of her mess. Suddenly, her gaze falls upon a stranger and she cranes her head slightly, questioning. “Who are you?”