They Told You Innocence Dies Fast

                                 they told you innocence dies fast

                                 but you never understood how fast it was

                                 until your own was   ( s c r e a m i n g )

@crashedbyplane

@crashedbyplane

Lance's & Cindy's relationship summed up:

Lance: "I am the greatest spy😎"

Cindy:

Follow me @bodytemplelove

Cindy: oooo big scary cosmic deity

Also cindy: *scared of the pink angel*

“ Listen, I could play basketball with Earth if I wanted to- ”

“But that thing scares me”

@winters-club

Cindy discovered the hidden portals to Hell fairly early, although she never had enough time to explore due to her demanding job and other activities. The thrill of falling haven't failed to cause a better mood for the adrenaline addicted spirit, the landing wasn't too difficult; sure she could've made it more dramatic to announce her arrival. Not yet. A gut feeling whispered and since her death she learned to fully trust it.

She always landed in the outskirts, she often crossed paths with a tall, horned, well built woman who seemed to come from a different century, especially with that red cape. From whispers Cindy learned she was a general or commander; depended on who she asked.

The city was growing in an alarming rate, the always pumping music became borderline unbearable even when she wasn't near the center. And of course most of it was trash. Still, Cindy enjoyed the little adventures to a different realm, carefully taking mental notes about every new and old, gotten used to the enthusiastic catcalling; it was tolerable until it got physical.

She waited patiently until the traffic lights switched, halfway through she helped to pick up fruits from the torn bag for a tiny red skinned woman; an imp now she knew. Music blaring wasn't unusual, especially this deep in the town, so she paid no mind until it was rapidly approaching as a bright green blur.

Her reflexes were outstanding and inhumane but the lightning quick calculation of the situation left her unsure whenever it will be enough. Cindy did not fancy being ran over because some idiot decided to ignore the lights and expected her to jump aside.

Milliseconds before the collision her fire flared bright as a protective shield, the car's front melting upon contact before bouncing off and skidding away a good ten meters. The barrier had swallowed most of the impact so at least the car hasn't done flips and maneuvers belonging to a Fast and Furious movie.

But oh she was furious. Steel heeled boots thundered on the street as she called her fire back and crossed the distance. The driver's door was already half off its hinges, it wasn't too much of a feat to rip it clean off and send it flying.

“ Who the FUCK you THINK YOU ARE- wait I don't give a fuck.” she half leaned into the car to growl at the driver. Judging by the remains of his car it was a luxury model so he either must be someone rich or important, or both. Only that Cindy Flame wasn't famous for respecting either of that.

Her anger was briefly calmed by something akin to a light breeze, despite it was impossible due to the surroundings and the lingering heat of her fire. The driver was...familiar. She...has met him but...not like this.

“Get out.” Cindy snapped, the softer tone than before roughened by urgency

“The fuel tank is leaking and when it comes in contact with my flames, it won't be pretty. And no, you're not safe even if you are resistant to fire because my fire is cosmic. Now, can you move or walk?” she asked as she reached into the wreck