Of course, you haven't. She thought to herself as the angle admitted not to have ever thought about, what she must call 'making love' A name and even idea which Elizabeth had never thought about. It was sex, fucking, shagging however you wanted to call it. Not making love. Sex is disgusting when you think into it. A human or animal puttings its thing into another thing. Gross. The only part about which attracted Elizabeth was the pleasure it can, and will give anyone. a tool which she has used on many occasion. for herself or others even going as for as using it as a way of torcher. which can be fun, even thrilling for her psychotic mind.<br/><br/>Lifting a finger up to her nose as she asks for a name. She may not know the face, but she was sure the name was used. Well, what else would god call her by? "My name is none of your business." Her voice hissing at the angle. Gathering and learning information was her job, not giving it away for free. She wants a name she needs to play her games. No, if's or buts. So far she hasn't played, so she gets nothing but more comments trying to questions her true fair in this all-powerful, loving being.<br/><br/>Moving away her finger from her nose and back down, taking hold of the angles hand once again, gently holding on, not to cause any harm just enough to remind her that she was around, not that she really needed to give a reminded after she had spent this time just being a pest and questioning her god. And she was not quite done doing so yet. "Don't worry about me, darling. I am perfectly happy with my life. I do not need help from anyone." Giving a small smile, as she kept her gaze within the angles eyes. Her smile was of course off, it was far from a happy friendly smile. But the smile of a serial killer, not quite evil, but far from a something which would give you a warm, happy safe feeling. "The hand holding hers quickly tightened, not allowing the angle to leave, well not yet anyway.<br/><br/>"I am here to help you. Help break the oppressive chains that your god has forced upon you all of your life. Never even giving you a chance to experience what it is like to live. Make choices find what you want." Elizabeth's voice finally showing true passion within it. Showing her passion for turning one's back on god and down to her side, the side which life is fun not just a day to day making everyone fucking happy like a fairytale. "Not everyone gets a happy ending honey. You might as well make sure you have one" The off smile once again on her lips, almost as a taunt.<br/><br/>Elizabeth knew she was not going to get what she wanted today or even tomorrow. She would need to keep coming back every day, it was a long game the pair had now begun, not that the angle knows she is playing.<br/><br/>"Just think about it, Gabriella..." Forgetting she was not meant to know her name, having never asked, but it was too late now. "If your God was so caring, loving, why is this world falling to shit. Poverty, children starving, murders just look around you. He is a little power hungry Pussy." Looking down at the table as she begins to bad mouth her old friend, the man she knew before he tossed her away to take the line light for himself. That feeling still haunting her. Ever since being treated as nothing more than evil when in fact the world was better when the pair ruled side by side, but going back was too late.<br/><br/>"He wants the glory and line light with no work being put in. Being all loving and caring about us, but then letting bad happen. Saying he will forgive all sins if you confess." Spitting onto the ground at her last remark. "He is a little backstabbing pussy. Who wants to be loved and will do anything to get it. But not raising a finger. Why do you think he as you " Finally letting go of the angles hand before standing up. "Think about it, my little angel. You know it to be true." without saying another world turning around and walking towards the exit of the library.