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@⊹ Cole Sprouse the response momo got surprised her to no end, she wasn't thinking that he was genuinely looking at anyone else, for any other, deeper sense of purpose. and upon hearing that, the young demoness couldn't help but quirk an amused brow, flickering her steely, dark orbs, rimmed with blood red to admire the group the gorgeous fallen angel was talking about. a low hum of amusement being emitted and a slow nod of her head is given at the vantage point. with this, the succubus simply shifts herself a bit so as to not squish the angel in any way, not that she's adding to her 'weight or strength' as of now, she simply wishes to make it easier for the male to scope out the surroundings he's so keen on looking on at. "well, all I can say is, you are indeed right, but that sounds... like you're trying to do the opposite of what I exist to do here, wouldn't you say?" a brow is quirked as the overlord puts two and two together, causing her brows to furrow in deep contemplation upon realization.

"I should be annoyed with you but, something about you surely does intrigue me," a finger moves over to his shoulder where the wing that got smoked showcases itself, and her brows furrow in annoyance at the thought of a pretty angelic wing being ripped out violently to the point of pain being insufferable. "that must have been very painful, it looks fresh too, do you want me to see if I can probably mend you up a bit? i can see to heal you, I don't know if having the status of an overlord might be able to aid in the treatment of your... wound..." the words don't fit the situation but momo couldn't find the right thing to say at that moment as her lips pull down into a frown before smokey eyes finally found cole's as he introduces himself. the sight of his adam's apple bobbing up and down has momo's onyx gaze zooming in to gaze at the mild movement and her finger follows suit as if looking at something so new and intriguing.

"Interesting... the name's momo, darling, you can call me whatever you wish. but momo isn't too hard to say so," her shoulders shrug a little as her finger removes itself from the male's throat with a small smile and she looks at the remnants of liquor on the fallen one's lips, and the temptation to lean in and flick her tongue over the skin, gathering up the bit of sin sitting there - yet, the succubus reigns her mind in and tries holding herself back as to not startle the man - or worse yet, anger him. after all, there's something about cole that infatuates her and who is she to deny that said feeling. human emotions be damned, but she never interacted this closely to a fallen angel before so it's surely about to be interesting.

@☫ Hirai Momo ⁂ Cole lifted his index and middle finger and motioned downwards toward his empty glass wanting the bartender to refill his drink. He never really drank in Heaven, he rather enjoyed being sober in order to have his focus entirely on his work as an angel. After becoming a fallen angel a week ago, Cole found solace in the bottom of his glass each night. It also seemed to ease the pain of the wound on his back. A smirk etched itself on Cole's features as he felt the sharpness of the woman's fingernail trailing over his flesh. "I highly doubt that you would want the chance at redemption, love, which is why that group of sinners over there have my interest," Cole's head slightly jerked toward the group of sinners that were laughing at a table a few places down from them. "I think the one in the center, with the black hair, would be the perfect candidate."

Cole rustled his feathers as he placed a hand on the female's waist to keep her steady and from falling as he stretched his legs out. "Considering this happened a mere week ago, it still stings," Cole murmured, images of the head angel slicing his wing off with his angelic blade. "I'll survive. I always do." Cole reached around the woman to wrap his large fingers around his finally refilled glass of alcohol and took a huge swig before placing the glass back onto the counter. "Cole, and what do I have the pleasure of calling you, Miss?" Cole's eyes glittered with something. Perhaps curiosity. Perhaps something darker. He wasn't sure yet.

@⊹ Cole Sprouse "Blocking your view? Tsk and here I was thinking you'd rather this view than whatever is there." Her words are sneered out lowly, chin nudging to behind of her body as onyx orbs rake over his throat, noting how the male's Adam's apple Bob with each swallow and her head tips to the side curiously as her finger slides over to gently graze a fingernail over the soft, unmarked flesh. Her brows furrow a little as her brims pursed out in contemplation before sighing deeply with a glance given to the lone wing flapping a little. She winces a little from the pain that the fallen one must have experienced from that ordeal.

"Damn, that looks ghastly painful, are you okay? Does it still hurt?" Curiosity kills the cat they say but for Momo she doesn't seem to care about her life hanging on the edge of a cliff anytime she encounters someone that might be more powerful than her. Whether it's from the downstairs where she resides or up there. Obsidian orbs flicker up to meet the sky and the ceiling of the bar blocks off her gaze from the woman's view but she knows that the heavens are sparking as much of a war as the low heathens that belong below such as herself. "What's your name, fallen one?" Momo's voice is soft, soothing, charming even but the succubus knows all too well that her effect wouldn't dare breathe a momentary feeling in the handsome male — he's unaffected by her hypnotic charms. Shame really, but maybe a challenge is just what the sinful demoness needs, and a challenge is just what the overlord wants.

Her last thought? 'I want him.'

@☫ Hirai Momo ⁂ As the demoness settled into his lap, Cole felt a sensation twitch beneath his jeans. It was unusual for him to get a hard on, hell it would have been a sin if he was still in the pearly gates of Heaven, but he was in the pits of Hell so it didn't matter much to him anymore. He decided it wasn't an unpleasant sensation but it was an unwelcome one.

Cole swallowed the last of his whiskey, his adam's apple bobbing as the liquid moved down his throat and he placed the glass back on the counter, a little harder than he had meant to. Cole's expression remained calm as his azure eyes met her onyx orbs with a faint spark of curiosity. His eyes roamed over her body before glancing behind her. "I was enjoying the scenery, but it seems as if it's being blocked by someone, as for the drink, I've had better." Cole's gaze returned to the woman's face as he stretched his only wing out behind him and gently shook it, a few of his feathers escaping and drifting to the floorboard, before pressing his wing back against his body.

@⊹ Cole Sprouse her look & vibe: https://64.media.tumblr.com/ecb80f7a929786b1e16088ac6cc10072/445b89cf099a84c9-7b/s1280x1920/fbf80cf02fffd9c094c9169d0ea1d151907869e4.jpg

another night, another page from the book - honestly, it's always the same , different day. momo was born to do deals, she had the talent imbedded in her veins, the crimson flooding her veins also heightened itself with drugs pumping strong and hard, capturing her victim's neck in a snare and having her way with them - after all, it was her job, it's in her nature, momo loves adding puppets to puppeteer as time goes on, having her little dolls to play with and use to her pleasure and for her vices to be insatiably completed.

stepping around the table, the young succubus leans over to hook her fingers around the male's chin she set her eyes on for the night. it's a job and that job comes with sweet perks. one that she couldn't help but use to her advantage with her puppeteering skills as she hypnotized him and drew him with her sweet voice and cunning words. "would you like more where that came from my love? all you have to do is ask, maybe i would be kind enough to show some level of mercy. giving the man's defined chin a gentle, coaxing rub, she allows a smile to shine bright on her features, her pearly whites showing as she leans in and into the male's awaiting mouth. shameless are her actions as she hums in approval from the soft taste of nicotine lacing his tongue, giving the muscle a much-needed ample as her saliva mixes with his own, her drugs immediately traveling into his system and indulging him in a sweet high that isn't far off from nirvana.

the kiss didn't last long and truthfully, momo should've indulged the needy man, carried him behind the bar, and had her way with him - not giving much of a care about the safety or sanitary measures of the place, after all, she's a demoness, why care about pathetic human-like things. even if the male is nothing but a mere sinner maybe not used to being treated and used as such, she was still feeling as if tonight wasn't for that. "if you have had enough darling, you can take this," throwing a couple of packets of 'white powder' over onto his side of the table, her lips curl in a salacious grin as her orbs twinkle with the crimson red lining them beautifully. "when you're looking for a quick, much-needed fix... don't be shy, come and find me, you know where i stay hm? i can give you much more than the little high you're feeling now darling. a bit of an , with my juices running down that pretty face of yours, sliding inside your mouth - you'd be wishing for more," with a wink shown to the regular, her head finally lifts, a sensation tingling in her entire being as the demoness quirks a brow and starts looking around the area. she was used to being in this bar and never before did she feel the likes of another such as tsuki.

one of the souls of the pathetic beings she took for herself, her nostrils flare, and her fingertips spasm a bit now and again as she grabs the wads of cash from the male's hand and looks at him with a hint of a smile. "next time, you're going to get your wet, tonight, i have other things to tend to, sorry love." with one last kiss on the man's lips, she turns around, about ready to say ' it,' and leave the bar, not really looking for a fight or showdown of any sorts - worse yet, she wouldn't dare enjoy drawing attention to herself from other overlords, wishing to take advantage of the situation and end her miserably. momo finally spots the one - his entire aura itself, where it's tainted with tendrils of darkness, the seeping glow is still ever much present and her eyes sting with the burn from the ethereal glory the man is emitting. "another fallen ," grunting out in dismay, the succubus finally finds sighting of the fallen angel, or whom she assumes to be. the aura around him alone, thrums with that everlasting type of powers that only those from above bring down with them when they fall.

striding over with confident steps, the demoness maybe should've stayed far away - mind her business, but something about having a celestial being, another one at that - in a bar no less? it's insane even to her, tsuki never liked doing such things - maybe this guy would be much more fun... maybe he'd even indulge her in playing with her victims, maybe he was just as sinister, and hence he was thrown out of his humble abode up in the sky. a slender hand passes over the man's shoulders from the back as she curves her way to his front and her shameless body drops right on top of his lap as she eyes the drink he's sporting with an amused hum - onyx orbs finding his with a soft grin. "well, hello there angel, what do we have here? enjoying a drink and the scenery, i see?

@☫ Hirai Momo ⁂ It had been almost a week since Cole became a fallen angel. At least he thought it had been a week, but time seemed to move differently in Hell than it did in Heaven. Cole sat at the bar, nursing a whiskey, his eyes fixed on the variety of patrons that filled the dimly lit room. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, still reeling from the ordeal he had faced with Heaven. He had never felt anger like this before in his whole existence. Those ers destroyed his left wing, leaving a raw and jagged wound where it had once existed. His right wing was still perfectly intact, but due to the loss of his left, he could no longer fly.

He was also still pissed that Heaven continued to do exterminations when they were cruel and quite honestly a waste of time. He swore that he'd destroy Heaven, one way or another. He just needed time to plot his revenge. He found himself at this bar night after night, Sinner watching. He wanted to see if he could find a soul that could be redeemed so he could prove to Heaven that the souls of Sinners should not be destroyed. Show them that right before he brings their asses down. He also kept his eyes out for Sinners that could join his fight against Heaven. The more bodies he had on his side, he felt as if he'd be unstoppable against those ers in Heaven.

As he observed the strangers around him, each lost in their own world, he couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment from it all. It was as if he were an outsider looking in, disconnected. He supposed he felt that way since he was an angel. Angels didn't belong in hell. He noticed the way some Sinners would look at him with disgust. As if he had anything to do with the exterminations. They didn't know that he fought tooth and nail to try to stop them though, so he tried not to take it to heart.

But amidst the chatter and clinking glasses, he watched as laughter erupted from a group of friends at the far end of the bar. Something stirred inside him. He almost wanted to walk over there and introduce himself, to pry his way into the group of friends to see if any of them had what it took to be redeemed. As he took another sip of his drink, Cole couldn't shake the feeling that he was on the precipice of something greater. He knew he was doing the right thing by plotting to bring Heaven to its knees. The bartender approached, a knowing look in his eyes as he refilled Cole's glass without a word. And as Cole raised his glass in silent gratitude, he knew that he would find his way through the darkness, or perhaps he would allow the darkness to swallow him whole.

@☫ Kim Byeongkwan Time passing by, Karina thought whilst staring at the clock just beside the hanging flat-screen at the bartender area which she was seated on in front as always, almost daily. She sighed, ordering another shot from the bartender which she knew very well for being often at the place. "That little is running late." She complained which the bartender responded with a chuckle. "You really are so impatient." She heard, in which she immediately replied. "Shut the up and fill my glass already" to the guy standing to pour her a shot, giving her another chuckle to follow. It was the fact that she really grows this kind of attitude, since her boredom strikes her like no other feeling would since she always think that time is essential; to her, activity must be produced even if it's just small things like talking or smoking in some random area, or even worse, full out blowing pot and getting high. Her irritation can't even be hidden at all and she was in no mood to be drunk this early in the night and somehow she grew bored of talking to her serving friend already since she's been down the place for almost half an hour, which Byeongkwan told her that he's running a little late.. Those kind of minutes weren't too little for her and her patience, not even a bit. Fingers clanked at the shot glass, the woman released a sigh before drinking it down straight before it lands back to the table with sign of annoyance since she slammed it loudly.
"ing hellhole he is, is he that ethical to work so late? Damn, he doesn't look like it at all." She talked to herself once more.