I Have A Dick And A Knife And One Of Them Is Going Inside You

I have a dick and a knife and one of them is going inside you

“...Do go on, I'm listening ~”

Are you in the horse dick

Questions of filth

“ In or into? Learn how to spell, although this time the answer to both possibilities is no.”

Do not doubt what I am capable of, 

                                        or you’ll end up DEAD IN A DITCH

How far can I set my foot in your ass

Questions of filth

“Depends on how far my sword goes up to yours first~”

Her nonexistent patience after almost getting ran over evaporated as quickly as soon the entity opened his mouth. Still, she waited close to the wreck, waiting for him to stumble out and also keeping a careful eye on the ever growing puddle, ready to unceremoniously yank him away in the worst case scenario.

An eyebrow raised as the young man peacocked himself almost back to perfection after the crash.

“Oh? And you think I give a shit?” her weight shifted to her left to add a little unnecessary flair to the statement before the other part

“Be fucking grateful I'm not continuing with your face.”

Oh he had other thoughts besides himself; that's a surprise. Before she could spit an introduction, the fuel and remaining sparks of her fire met with a dangerous, hungry sparkle and fused together in a devastatingly loud explosion. The civilians.

Cindy hasn't mastered this trick fully but it couldn't wait; thankfully it was her fire. Flames shifted to take place of the jade green of her eyes, reflexively stepping in front of the dumbass driver. The charred remains of the car fell back to the concrete with a metallic shriek, but the fire stayed in the air, as if contained in an invisible bubble. Flames tried to curl, to expand, the trapped energy violently rolling against the barrier.

“You better fucking shut up until I'm done.”

Deep controlled breaths, nimble dance of fingers and the unseen mental concentration to calm down the roaring destruction and call it back from where it came from. Flames eventually slipped from the invisible container, slipping into her body with a directed flow until all of what the explosion produced returned to the Fire herself.

“Cindy Flame” a winded cough, producing a cloud of charcoal black smoke from her lips “Spirit of Vengeance and Artistic Freedom.”

“Also known as The Fire.” she added both as a small boast and explanation of her previous displays of power

“And who are you? Why are you familiar?” Cindy asked almost accusingly, her ability to 'see into the past' was a heavy exaggeration. She occasionally had ghostly visions, images of smoke, either too thick to see through or too thin to make anything out. She had some knowledge of the Fire's path before It arrived to her, to Its final destination; from the whispers she began to understand that this reckless, arrogant shithead had crossed It's path enough to leave an impression. The question is friend or foe?

@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

Oh now that finally seemed to do the trick- what in the fuck.

“No I can't. Or rather, won't. Because I'm with the other two sisters are busy ensuring that the piece of shit who drugged her doesn't fuck her.” phoenix wings flared with barely concealed disappointment laced anger

“You must know how she willingly wouldn't touch alcohol or any drug because she goes batshit insane if she does. And how control obsessed she is, the last thing she wants is not being aware of her actions. You must know, since you know you two are somehow married.” and the insult to be the messenger of the literal Messenger of God

“Shouldn't you descend from the fluffy clouds with weapons blazing and gut the man who assaulted your wife instead of leaving her alone? Because for some fucked up reason your pussy brother came up with, she can't kill that parasite without endangering her army. ”

If the lethal Véghváry bloodline could put aside their differences, arguments to shield the one in trouble, why couldn't her literal wife come to her aid?

“I can't explain the cowboy, nor want to excuse it, it's my job to do so. But have you told her you love her? Have you helped her through an episode when the power possessing her was consuming her sanity? Have you shared her grief when Heaven massacred her soldiers, her family? Have you ever openly stood by her side?” maybe she indeed could explain the cowboy then.

Cindy snatched the divorce papers from the angel, the edges only slightly singed despite her swirling emotions.

“Maybe this indeed for the best. Now if you excuse me, I have an intoxicated sister to protect from a fucking predator.”

the-eternal-fire​:

“I wouldn’t say lovely…more like interesting. Especially when her eye catching cowboy fiance showed up!”

The Archangel was silent. She slowly turned to face Cindy with calm expression. Too calm. “…I see.” Was all she said. 

Gabriel produced a sheet of paper in her hands and held them out to Cindy. “Can you do a favor for me? Next time you see Rozy tell her I want a divorce.” 

She honestly didn’t mind if Rozalia wanted other partners. What truly hurt her, was the fact that apparently Rozy was going behind her back this whole time. A relationship couldn’t thrive on mistrust and lies after all. Might as well end it right here and now.