Ooh, such bravely, to speak to a demon like that was like challenging the Devil for his throne. Though, unusually she stayed silent, but, a evil smirk crept onto her countenance and a eerie chuckle ripped from pale lips. Anzhelika needed no bodyguard, she could take care of herself, and for this brute to suggest such a thing was something very unorthodox. What he spat out could possibly harm the other dames pride, nary any of Sin's of course since she was a sociopath -- not because shes a killer, but because shes an apathetic; someone who just doesn't give a damn about anything in life and lives like she doesn't have a care in the world, which might be true.
A fitting growl escaped, her expression no longer holding that grin upon her facial features. Instead it was replaced with a quarrel of multiple demonic devices, one that held death and betrayal and another that held a cold and violent aroma. She was in no dire mood to be sought out as some useless guard over her friend who could certainly fend for herself. So, without another thought raging vocal cords vibrated against a larynx laced in unkind venom and dreadful sins. The voice of a angelic then again a demon sated its whole tune. "You speak of lies brute, I am not her bodyguard, as you call it. Instead I am a friend, passing through and I so happen to fall upon the likes of you and Anzhelika. So, should you misinterpret something again, you won't only be misbehaving but you'll also be wishing you never said that."
"Speech"
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