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A sweet scent was carried out by the wind, twinkling water hit by light coursed steadily down the lake, inhabited by koi.
Gabriel was standing before Hester, the two exchanging looks. "I see you're making the same mistakes as Castiel and the Winchesters." Her tone would of been intimidating to anyone else, but Gabriel just chuckled lightly.
"Getting jealous over me?"
She arched her brows, her lips curling into a frown."You are instructed to kill any demons you run into. This is our paradise, and we will not tolerate any disobedience."
He smirked at her, before busting out in laughter, "Honey, I make the rules. Maybe it's the fact I'm an archangel or simply because you where killed by a black-eyed demon."
Hester screeched out, angered. Her voice then lowered into a mutter, "Why do you always associate yourself with filth? First the pagan gods and now a demon whore."
"The question is, why are all the bird-brains hogging Void? The demons wanna play too!" At that moment, she would have killed him, but was stopped from this only because she knew she would've been easily overpowered. Instead, she grounded her teeth.
"The Void was our world, God sought out to give us our own paradise. Then the abominations snuck into here, soiling this land with their every breath!" Hester appeared slightly crazed, shaking Gabriel as she said this. Yet again, the archangel grinned.
"Maybe angels and demons are both here because God doesn't give a crap about either of them."
~With Meg~
The thing had walked completely out of the shadows. It had the appearance of a freckled young girl, dressed in a plaid dress with black buckled shoes. The "girl" tilted her head, giggled, and then skipped over to Meg. She began poking her in the stomach, "Hello! I've been looking for you for a while now!" She smiled sweetly, then her eyes flickered black.
"I'm Alicia, miss Masters."
Meg figuring killing then asking question would be for the best, rose her knife to strike at the girl. Alicia curled into the fetal position on the grown, whimpering. Meg scowled, why did the idea of killing her bothering her now bother? It's just a meat suit, she told herself. She remembered when she would have killed her here and then, child-like or not. Damn you Castiel.
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