DON'T EVER TRUST THE DEVIL, BITCH!

Lavender skies would whirl with rising fury, groaning and wheezing as neighbours sent one-another flurrying aimlessly about the firmament, whimpers of displeasure gushing from invisible orifice. The atmosphere would grow heavy, threatening mercilessly to release, imperceptible wings struggling to unfurl around their host. Though still the coral angel would find the liveliness to waltz, seamless strides unwounded by the oncoming downpour; gravity no threat to faultless mannerisms. It would seem the aloof creature were not alone, as as rapidly as the rains would commence- the heavens swelling before sending shards of their emotion shattering to the earth- a pale woman would dart by, perhaps too distracted by the hasty cloudburst to notice her gliding company.

Pelting now, the demon would alas find a comparable discomfort within the torrents, taking a somewhat daring opportunity to pursue the pastel woman as he sought shelter. In any other moment he would have loped, though the knowing of her presence would encourage the albino spirit to uphold, to maintain the artful gliding as if gazed aw-strikingly upon by an imaginary audience. So inaudibly he would seek her location of console, making no efforts to disguise his prescence, but rather meander somewhat carelessly within plain sight, peering through sheet of hydra as he would cease just short of entrance; ruby gaze struggling to focus upon the woman, maw twitching with rising amusement. This wouldn?t do now, would it? One imposing paw would reach forward, carrying the coral mortal partially within the dark cave, relocating the vixen, ?Beautiful weather, is it not?? he would chuckle weakly, tongue flipping momentarily at the water that traced his jowls.