Now I gotta wake it up, the devil in me
10-11-2018, 05:43 PM
The electric pink gaze of the demon became piercing as the Abaven girl snorted derisively at her, pupils expanding with an instant dislike of the other female's demeanor and idea exchange. Who was she to question the Hell-Queen standing before her? Just another stupid mortal, doing more stupid mortal things. Dea watched the girl as she replied cooly, "I highly doubt you have enough brain power to comprehend my reasons for sticking with the living...but, I am sure you would understand if you could." Of course, Archon had informed the entire pack about Sparrow's passing, and the waspish reply was meant as a stab at that wound. The demon watched the girl's body language and stance change, though she remained standing firm in a confindent and open posture, she did mirror the female, prepared to fight if she had to. While within the borders of Abaven, she had been under instruction not to harm any of the pack members unless provoked. Would this count as a provocation? Did that rule still even apply now that Archon left the sorry bunch of mortals to their slow demise? Dea decided she would worry about the social consequences later, and focus on the girl in front of her. There was a small piece of her that missed her old habits, and the call for blood was growing louder in her ears. Soon, there would be no holding back. If Dea had cared for the girl at all, she might have warned her about the coming storm. She might have told Cael about the time she beat an Abraxas trying to claim her as a slave, or how she came to fall into step with Archon. Hell, if she had given a single rat's tail about the girl, Dea would have gotten to know her better. That wasn't what she felt called to do, right now she felt only the call to shed blood. A slight insult was too much, but call a queen a pet and you will find the guillotine. Walk, "Talk" Think |