Being stuck in a place like Purgatory for the rest of your days couldn't be all bad, could it? Well, that's what she'd thought, before she arrived. She'd been sent there to do what the others had failed to do and, like them, she had failed too. Now she was teamed with Samael and the others: Lilith, Asmodeus, and what a team they made. With the arrival of Gabriel in the past few days, having had his presence felt by all Arcs and Fallen, it drew them all together. Now they all knew what they had been sent there to do.
Atoneia arrived in Samael's club, dressed in her usual attire of black stilettos and a figure hugging black dress with a small split, over which she wore a black cardigan. Her wavy golden hair fell in delicate layers around her face, coming to stop just past her shoulders. She walked inside and made her way for the upstairs V.I.P section, of which only members of the Fallen were allowed. As she reached the top of the stairs, overlooking the crowded club, she saw that their leader Samael was not yet there, neither was Lilith. The only present member was the narcissistic Asmodeus, with his shoulder length straight black hair and sophisticated suit style with matching waistcoat. His eyes gleamed up at her as she made her way over, taking a seat next to him in the booth surrounding the rounded table. He winked at her, giving her a small feeling of pleasant uneasiness with his cheeky smile.
"Atoneia my darling, how gorgeous you look tonight," he commented to her as she fixed her dress and pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders. He inched closer to her and gently brought her hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her outstretched palm. Again, she smiled at him through tight lips.
"Asmodeus, thank you. You, as I'm sure you're well aware, look… quite remarkable, as always," she told him. Asmodeus gave her a warm, friendly smile as he squeezed her hand tightly and brought it to rest on her mid-thigh.
"Here we all are then. The one big happy family of the Fallen," Samael said whistfully as he approached the booth, followed by Lilith dressed in tight black leather. Her long blonde hair fiercely pulled back into a rather frightful ponytail. Samael sat down opposite Atoneia and Asmodeus, Lilith sitting closely to him. Atoneia caught a wink sent to her from Asmodeus, as his hand slipped further up her thigh, gently stroking her hip. She let out a suppressed gasp, and received a look of death from Lilith.
"I'm sure all of you are aware as to why we've all been gathered here," Samael began.
"You summoned us all here. Surely you should be aware of the reasons why," Atoneia shot across the table.
"You're not very fond of me, are you Atoneia? I do take a bit of getting used to… but…," he said, inching closer to her across the booth. Asmodeus moved his hand and tightened his grip on her thigh. She was his property, and his alone, "I hope that we can become… friends, as well as colleagues," Samael finished.
"We'll have to see about that," Atoneia told him. He nodded, avoiding the glare sent to him from Asmodeus.
"Good… Anyway, I'm letting you all know that the presence that was felt last night was in fact that of Gabriel, the last Arc to be sent down to try and defeat us. As you all know the others have failed, Ithuriel, Uriel, Amitiel, Raphael, Michael and Luciel," Atoneia flinched slightly at the mention of the Arcs, "So we must all work together. Gabriel was only rivaled by Michael, they were the strongest. He will find the others and, showing his true compassionate side, help to restore them, therefore making him weak and vulnerable to us. Then, he is ours for the taking. Keep and eye out for them. They, like us, are able to hide themselves. So beware." Samael finished. He stood swiftly, without letting the others speak, and seemingly floated back down the stairs and was lost in the atmosphere of the crowd, as was Lilith who followed him.
"I'll be off. I have places to visit… things to do. I'm sure you'll understand," Atoneia said, inching closer to Asmodeus in the hope he would let her pass. He didn't.
"I can't let you do that, Atoneia. You know I can't," he told her, as his face inched closely towards her. Atoneia smiled, and ran her hand up the length of his thigh, leaning across to whisper in his ear.
"Let… me… pass," she said, before digging her nails into the fabric, making him squirm with delight. Without hesitation, Asmodeus moved out from the seats and let her by, stroking her cheek on the way out as she smiled mischievously at him and headed down the stairs, but not before Asmodeus had a chance to call after her.
"Come by the Fun House… my Angel,"
