Wretched & Divine

Mara's POV:
I got my reapers to gather around me, bringing me snacks as the human part of me had become heavily drained from doing Sam. My chief reaper was personally feeding me fried chicken and one of the grunts was being my footstool. I know I'm not a queen but why not be treated like one. Robin, a newborn daemon alerted me of a daemon seeking my attention. Tom strode into my throne room, and didn't stop to bow. My blood boiled. Standing up I seethed "How dare you walk into my domain with not even a bow? I wish to throw you into the pit, perhaps I shall." I grinned evilly. "Robin, take him to Lucifer, let him deal with Tom."
"Please. No. You can't." Tom cried out.
"I can, and I will. Robin get rid of this mutt!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Tom kept pleading as he was dragged away.

Feeling empowered I went back to Diesels holding cell. He sat with his back to me once again, he'd dropped forward deep in sleep. I walked up to him placing one hand on each shoulder his eyes snapped open. I kept up my usual illusion of a healthy face but he still looked shocked. I sat cross legged in front of him, planting a smirk on my face.

"have you made your decision? I can be a dreamy creature full of compassion or a nightmare-ish fend who only wants to damn you to hell."

"Damn me then." Diesel spoke maliciously glaring directly a me, straining from the chair in which he was attached.

Diesel's POV:

"Damn me then." I shouted, pulling against the restraints. I regretted it the second the words had left my mouth. Her face contorted in pain. She looked as though I'd hit her.

"I won't damn you. At least not yet. First you shall come with me as I go to see my father, the current Lucifer and the my brothers who make up the headers of the Seven Deadly sins. If you feel up to it you can challenge me to duel down in the training rooms if I don't let the inhabitants of the seventh gate have you." Her eyes shone as she spoke, the idea of paining me obviously appealing to her. "Mind you I may just sink my own claws into you." She giggled before skipping out of the room. Being from a family of Hunters I know not to take a Fallen's good mood for granted. Yes I will be visiting hell and based upon what I see will help me make a decision on that contract. From all I've been taught I've been surprised by Death's lack of mind games and somewhat reasonable attitude.

Pulling against the restraints, they cut into my chest and arms. Snarling I simply had to await Death's return. Being unarmed within her presents made me unnerved. Her unpredictability could strike fear into even the greatest of hunters.

She returned wearing a bellowing velvet cloak wrapped around her shoulders. Laid over some shredded jeans and a lowly cut top. Her hair scraped back into an elegant bun. She smirked as she clamped a solid iron bangle onto my right wrist. Before whispering directly into my ear.
"You walk a certain distance away from me it'll place steel spines through your wrist. The thickness of the bangle will stop your blood from pouring out, well the majority of it, but the smell of it will awaken the hell hounds. Even I cannot call them off once they want to kill." She giggled in glee, taking off my restraints, her fingers gliding over a the damaged exposed skin, released from my t-shirt. "You'd be a handsome daemon shame about your heritage."  She lingered too close to me, making my unease even more prominent.

She pulled me by the arm into the main foyer of the warehouse. A circle of reapers sat, legs crossed, chanting in union. The surrounding candles burning brighter and brighter as the floor seemingly split open. A stairwell clocked in darkness twisting below. The smell of damp, decay and decomposition filled my nostrils with so such strength I almost vomited. A sense of impending doom swallowed me whole.