There was a certain sense of masochism to cherry milkshake & blood – like biting into the bitter rind of a citrus fruit without meaning to, only to then continue gnawing on it. Strange, but not so off-putting that Asmodeus didn’t enjoy it.
With the straw in her mouth, she didn’t need the assorted lollipops in the pocket of her leather jacket – not yet, anyways.
Outside, rain slicked the streets, making the world look like an oil spill – roads like obsidian glass, a two-way mirror into somewhere else. Neon signs flickered in alleyways that had seen better days, and she could feel the lightning come on before the thunder cracked overhead, the shimmering megalopolis of Eden Prime shivering beneath the onslaught of bad weather.
"Crooo–w–leeey…”
Her voice was all sing-song, a certain rasp to it that spoke to the brimstone & hellfire she’d clawed her way out of, all those eons ago. “Crowls, honey, light of my life, fire of my loins–– I wanna club someone to death.” Red lips sliced open for a white-teeth smile. “– Don’t you?”