<div style="margin: auto; overflow: visible; max-width: 70%; font-family: Bookman; text-align: justify">This angel was a far cry from the Seraphim he had toyed with in his past. She blurted out words to muster up the courage in saving herself—or at least, act as though she had the upper hand. Amused with the show she was performing, he leaned back more into his cushioned chair, lifting his feet up on his desk; merely watching her drag along the room. She had a fierceness in her—perhaps it was something she was chosen for. Not as easily weak compared to the other spies that fell from Heaven. The thought only pressed his mind into a tangible curiosity of just how much torture could she possibly handle. Intertwining his fingers together, he pressed on his knuckles until they cracked under pressure. A habit he observed when he was watching humans interact with their prey. Whether it was a form of intimidation or merely a bad habit to break, Diesel couldn't care less as to whichever the true reason was. His focus was on the blonde angel in front of him. She was bound, scared, yet willing to put up a fight. It enforced his decision to bring her back in his domain instead of discarding her to the higher-ups.<br/>
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</div>Nodding his head in thought, he listened to her demands. <b>"Sweet angel, didn't you just tell me you didn't hear anything, unless…"</b> pausing as his devious smile intensified upon his lips, <b>"You're lying. Now, that isn't a very angelic characteristic, is it? <i>Tsk, tsk</i>."</b> A low chuckle escaped as his hand lowered to his desk drawer; with one pull of the knob, he glanced over to see the contents inside. A silver handle mirrored the roaring fire and raging crimson skies above; and slowly, his thumb ran along the metal as he felt the etched markings of those, he had enjoyed slaying for his pure amusement. As he pulled the blade out of its confines, he adjusted his attention from the blade to the young woman. <b>"I was going to <i>just talk</i>—not every day you see an angel in Hell, right? But it seems to me you're not the type to <i>want</i> to talk… and that's okay."</b> Twisting the dagger, the reflected flames glimmered against its surface and allowing his favored weapon to truly shine for all to see. <b>"An angel like you with a fighting spirit… makes me question why you desperately want to die? Is life very difficult for you? <i>Such a pity</i>."</b><br/>
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Lowering his feet off his desk, he stood tall once more as he pushed his drawer back in place while playing with the tip of his blade, testing the sharp point against his calloused fingers. Sauntering around his desk, he approached her. Diesel's emotions were calm and collected; a true opposite to the wailing angel before him. <b>"Want to know a secret? I bet… you are going to tell me <i>everything</i> I need to know and then some."</b> He chuckled, <b>"I know this because, you have already begun telling me your story…"</b> Inching closer to where she stood, he lowered the blade to his side as his firm grip held the blade in place. He planned to back her up into the wall near the fireplace; where the fire raged behind them and the cold, hard stone would soon press into her back, reminding her of exactly where she was and who she was with. The demon continued until she was trapped with no escape and if she dared try to fight him off with her fists, he would try and gain ahold of her wrists, pinning them above her head until her body was fully bound in place. His dark eyes lingered over her subtle features, dragging them along the edges of her lips, and lower further to see her heaving chest. <b>"If you knew how we work, then you would know that we <i>never</i> waste time."</b><br/>
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Lifting his twisted dagger to the side of her cheek, he mused to himself as he hoped she'd feel the cool kiss from the unique twist of the curved edge. <b>"Don't worry, love, your wish will soon be granted—if death is what you really want from me."</b> Slithering the blade down her chin, he taunted her with the tip as he aimed for her dainty outfit. <b>"Mm, if most of the angels looked like you, I must make a visit to the Heavens sooner than later. But you're not like the other angels, are you?"</b> Tracing the blade back up to her throat, he lingered there for a moment and tilted it to the side; adding pressure to watch how she'd react. Little by little, he nudged the blade further into her skin until the sharp edge left a papercut wound, slicing her flawless skin to reveal her true colors within. Meeting her gaze, he spoke in a low whisper, <b>"Ask me to kill you again and <i>I promise you</i>, I shall do just that."</b><br/>
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