The sweet sounds flowed through her cranium as she waited for the clock to stop, but it would never stop. Her claws clicked in time with the beat, she wasn’t the only one in this shit hole who knew the way through. True love, a kind pack, a caring mate and a cute family such stupid ways to pass the time that the demons gave her. She knew better than to waste their time, they wouldn’t have put this to her had they thought she was unable to carry through. The one thing she might get off that list was a mate, but he would be a monster like herself; she was the Devils daughter so it seemed, his offspring roamed the earth. Lupines like her were rare, Lolita was an example.
Speaking of Devil’s daughter… She raised her brow and Lokii’s smile took a more sinister look. She took pride in knowing her comrades, "They usually do." her smile stayed the same as she listened to the voice echoing in her head. They were complimenting her on finding the fighter. She had done her job and the Demoness was pleased with her, a hot fire spread through her bodice engulfing her in heat, shuddering as it passed through her. She was toying with her phrases, both of them enjoying the time spent in their ‘natural’ state. "I wouldn't know; I'm just sweet old innocent me." Lokii let a laugh escape her throat, Oh yes; we are the innocent ones, aren’t we. Her tone was mocking to the innocent lives who wasted away on this godforsaken earth.
Her lyrics drifted slowly through the air reaching her audits, “Your mother should’ve also taught you not to talk to strangers. Their soul gazers slowly connected, revealing oh so much in so little time.There is no reason for me to consider you even close to a stranger, kin. Though no mortal relation we share the same heritage in a demonic way, don’t we? This was a fun game to play around others such as herself, the Demoness crooned in her ears softly, a sweet lullaby. She came from her trance as Loli took to conversing with her again, "After all, it'd be a shame if the little demoness were to perish at such unworthy paws." Lokii raised her brow to question her, Unworthy? Well I would find it a very pleasing death under your paws. The unworthy death would be to a fallen angel who doesn’t even know the heritage they came from, but that’s mortals. She was no mortal, she was a demoness trapped in a vessel. It was so taunting, the voices luring her back into the depths but she needed to finish her time.
"So, what brings you here? Surely pups don't enjoy such an...eerie scene." Lokii locked eyes with the ess again, Why wouldn’t one such as myself come to hear the stories of our ancestors? The whispers are more than a wind, they whisper the untold truths. She wasn’t as young as she looked to be but she had to play this part as this is what she was given.
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