serialduplicity reblogged
Well fuck! This might not have been any better than dying, hell, she was taking the serpent himself at her word and she could still hear the screams of the young woman in her head. She dared not disobey, even if directly that hadn’t been an order. She stepped over to the door, not even allowing herself to consider running because she’d die long before reaching her vespa. A fucking vespa. She locked the door and turn over her open sign before looking over to the angel once more. “What would you ask of me?” she asked as respectfully as she could, wanting to make it clear she’d resigned to compliance long ago. “I’m nothing compared to you, a speck.”
Smile falling away, the archangel appeared in front of the witch, one hand gripping her hard by the face. “I would ask that you try being genuine,” he said, fingers digging in a bit harder, wanting so badly to simply crush the woman’s skull...but killing her would be such a waste of the power she held. “What you see as an acknowledgement of my superiority sounds far more like a challenge. Watch your tongue.”
Shoving the young woman away from him, Samael turned and paced over to a small table holding an assortment of crystals and looking through them; he soon let out a muttered sound of triumph and picked up what he’d been looking for. “Good, you have bronzite. What about Galaxite and dinosaur bone?”
