Game Of Thrones.

Ah, finally, the women spoke her name. It was a mouthful, that's for sure, but Sinister would do so to remember her name. As she seemed like the type that could be worth the while in the longer run, for just as much as this dame was on the verge of insanity it was clear to the goddess that Anzhelika was pure in some aspects.

For a long time she stayed silent, trying to figure out how to answer the girls next question. Sinister didn't exactly have a guardian angel. More or less, Satan was her angel of death. Probably the only one she'll ever be granted considering her demonic ties, the Gods do not like murders so why in bloody hell would she have some "guardian angel" watching over her. As if she wasn't capable of doing that herself..

A low grunt and annoyed snort escaped the beast, her aroma was now bristling along with the cruel flames nipping violently in their direction. Sinister chuckled lightly, executing the growls that hoped to escape rather than a silent laugh. All she could do now was preach her opinion on the subject. "The Gods do not give guardian angels to demons, I, myself am friends with the Devil. So, with that being said, do you believe in such things?"



"Speech"

For a crown is not fit

you're a king unworthy of its power