Ruzzon could feel it. He knew. He had to. As much as she did anyway, except she was a random demon. To her, he was everything. Everything she had been looking for to get exactly what she needed. You'd think she'd much rather continue making Earth her favorite place, but she longed for Hell. The souls. The respect. The feeling of being the most powerful being. Maybe even more so then Lucifer.
Well, she had already planned to gain power from him too, but she had to focus on what was at hand here: Caelan Cifarelli.
"Join you?" She questioned, her eyes sparking. She smirked. "That would be nice, wouldn't it?" She added, almost hinting at the fact he would live long enough to do so. Well, maybe... "You really don't have anyone? That's hard to believe," she said with an unsure chuckle.
She would in fact have anyone almost... every weekend? To do whatever, didn't always have to end up a one night stand. Sometimes she'd keep the same one around for about a week or two if she felt like they were worthy of that extra attention. But not to her surprise, most really weren't. Nobody could every be enough for Ruzzon, the Bringer of Death. Not when what was enough for her wasn't completed yet.
Ruzzon continued to follow him. She wasn't sure where they were considering all she had really known was the city. This was uncharted territory for her. A dangerous place for a young woman... at least that's what it would look like had any mortal been lingering around.
Ruzzon nodded. "If I was smart I'd say that park is your go-to place then, no? Being so close and all," she replied. "It's been decent. The people around here are nice which is a bonus. Back home, not so much." Ruzzon had evened her pace with the man, still only a tad slower as her legs were not as long but she was practically parallel with him at this point.
"This gas station is further than I thought..." her voice trailed off as Caelan turned down a much more quieter path. It looked to be well traversed. "Is this the way, Caelan?" She then asked, still playing into the mortal disguise.
Ha! He caught on. The stench was probably riveting and there was no getting rid of it. She had fallen behind him again, still following. His wings ruffled beneath his leather jacket. Who the fuck willingly had wings? Well... probably not his choice. Was it anyones? He was born this way, Ruzzon just took over whoever she pleased more or less.
Ruzzon stopped in her tracks before Cae turned around to just spit out the question. Ruzzon rolled her eyes. "Ugh, you know, you could've made this so much more easier. Just went along with it. You're half human, you'd have to be semi-stupid like them in the very least." Ruzzon huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I'm glad you caught on though. I think you knew the moment I approached you. The same way I knew where to follow you from that café you stopped at earlier. I don't particularly like caffeine personally. Makes me feel... not me," Ruzzon then laughed. She really wasn't her - as in Sammi. Oh, the irony.
"What we can discuss is what you have though. Because honey," she approached him and touched his face, a large smile appearing on her face. "You have something I need and from demon to - well - half demon, we know how deals work. We can work something out. It must get exhausting working so hard to keep yourself hidden away. I know I'm not the first demon to approach you either. But I doubt any other one has seen your potential. What you can do for the species. It's amazing, really. One being can change everything," Ruzzon continued on, removing her hand from her face and simply looking up at him.
For a moment she could pray that he didn't take anything as a sign of aggression. While she would be ready to grab the blade hidden beneath her dress at any moment, there wouldn't exactly be a reason for an attack. Of course, as a demon herself, she knew how unpredictable they could be.
"I can cut you a deal. You give me what you have, and you can meet the infamous Lucifer. Yes! The man who made me and the man who produced what you partially are. Like meeting your daddy but... he's more like the father of all of us." Ruzzon continued on. How easily swayed could he be? How many false deals and promises could she make? Would he even fall for any?
If he did that might've just made her life ten times easier, but the excitement would be so mundane.
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