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(There was a sense of bemusement to the body language that she could read from the being's meatsuit as he vocalized a response to her remark. That ever-present arrogance, again, was somewhat irksome—despite, of course, that no other reception could be expected from one of his species. Still, it was as though he saw her as little more than a nuisance, an insect easily quashed beneath a hand wielding Heavenly grace.) "You are—" (She twisted her left hand away from her abruptly, bringing herself to a stand as a wave of force pushed away the surrounding tables and chairs. The diner's other patrons scrambled about in clumsy confusion—all easy pickings for mass bloodshed, if she were so inclined. At the moment, however, her focus was on the creature before her.) "not nearly as mighty as you all think."

[His head was still quirked to the side as he watched her carefully. The expression of amusement that passed over her face was not the reaction he had been looking for.] I’m a celestial being, why limit me to one or the other? [He didn’t care how she saw him, he had a right to his arrogance. He was a warrior of heaven and though it would be no small task to deal with a knight of hell there was a reason she was the only one left.] 

#theangelofchanges #convo

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MULTIFANDOM CHALLENGE || (3/50) Female Characters » Abaddon

↳ ”Oh no, it’s just little old unkillable me.”

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"You’re only young but you’re gonna die."

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"But all worth the while, in the end. Though really, all the masses wouldn't be so difficult to rein in with just the right bit of bloodshed." (She allowed a slight chuckle at Alastair's quip of sorts, all the while wondering what exactly the other saw as being of greater priority than the deplorable state of Hell. There were the rifts, yes—but besides that, she did question what her other plans were. The Grand Torturer of Hell had always struck Abaddon as having few ambitions beyond what the title implied, but what with the turmoil now she would be justified in her suspicions.) "And what's more important than all this—nasty disturbance below?"

We Started Nothing | Alastair & Abaddon

"And I’ll expect you to fill that jarring gap." [She spoke with force, the political regime problems Hell was having was not an issue to be taking lightly at the moment.] "As much as I hate that red-eyed inferior to claim the title of king, I have more important topics of interest."

"I’ve never been a fan of politics anyways. Too…" [Alastair paused, sliding in a small, exaggerated, joke when comparing to her own line of work.] ”Messy.”

#alastairoftheracks #convo #ooc// lbr as much as i love abaddon as queen she would be a shitty politician in the long term

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(His dismissiveness towards her was irritating, more so than mostly any kind of taunt might have been in its place. Abaddon was a Knight of Hell, not to be so easily brushed off—like some feeble demon of the lower ranks. Her brows creased upwards, lips spreading in a smile that indicated the hilarity of his claim. So the creature was, she supposed, responding with the kind of brazenness they always flaunted; that was no surprise, even if ever-so-slightly disappointingly typical, coming from somebody she had hoped would somehow otherwise distinguish himself—given all that she had heard of his exploits.) "You know, I'm never entirely sure—whether that arrogance of yours is adorable or simply aggravating." (The yours was less a reference to this particular specimen in particular, as it was a comment on the whole of all of those angels, pathetic in their like-mindedness.)

[He studied her for a moment his lips curled with anger. She was about as powerful as Alastair was and he hadn’t had any trouble knocking him out. There would be more of a struggle but he doubted that her threats were completely solid.] Why would I waste my time on you when there are stronger things out there, things that could actually follow through on those threats? [He quirked his head to the side with a raised eyebrow. The demon had taunted him and he was only reacting in kind. They were still in a public place. If they had been elsewhere he might have actually acted upon his anger.] 

#convo #theangelofchanges #ooc// hey it's a huge-ass gif

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brick…  by brick…

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You're so hot you would make the devil sweat.

"That's a—peculiar turn of phrase. But of course, pet."

#ask #ooc// casually answers anons from weeks-slash-months ago #anon

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- You will burn.

- I can’t wait.

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(She let out a laugh at the angel's predictable response to her reminder of his failures to Heaven. The creatures always took such pride in their mindless servitude to their higher-ups; it was absolutely abhorrent and yet so amusing how predeterminate each and every one of their words, their actions, were.) "Oh, you wouldn't be able to lay a hand on me, pet—not unless you'd rather every one claw that you boast about to be torn away. A great dash of blood here and there would make even something like you look more... palatable, I suppose."

[Disbelief crossed his face before anger flooded him. His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched as a fraction of his grace leaked into his eyes.  He would have done more, let the anger fuel his action had they not been in a public place. It was manipulation, trying to rile him up, seek his weak points, use his own actions as weapons against him. He would have done the same had he had that advantage over her but no doubt the creature revels in her sins rather than regretted them.  He let the anger flush through him, the light in his eyes fading not even a second after it had appeared. The anger remained in his voice as he spoke.] I can show you just how far I have fallen. A bird of prey with clipped wings still has claws. 

#theangelofchanges #convo

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(Continuing to flip through the pages with a hand, she propped up another on her knee, looking over at Alastair as she spoke.) "Well of course—and it would only be polite to accede into that jarring gap that's been left down there, begging for a face to take charge and sort out all those troubles." (And there, again—that very troubling issue of Hell's leadership. Oh, Purgatory might be a priority, but the utter chaos—and not of the variety she so enjoyed—that churned on below was something that direly needed amendment.)

We Started Nothing | Alastair & Abaddon

[Moving to sit close to the other demon, she leaned back on her arm, relaxing, giving a laugh at the comment.] "Fun, especially considering how disorganized they all are. It wouldn’t help for a little organization. It is completely inconsequential that they had a few tar and feathered suits breathing down their necks, a little structure is just common courtesy."

#convo #alastairoftheracks

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graphic per episode ➵ 9x02 "devil may care"

"A king fights. A king conquers. A king does more than sit around reading contracts. The king is dead. Long live the queen."

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supernatural meme - one/three demons, abaddon

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Right now, you and I are gonna talk about a regime change.

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