Somewhere not too far away, a young woman dreams. A thick feather duvet tangles about her legs and feet, and her arms struggle to free themselves. Sweat dots her forehead and drips onto her pale pink pillowcase. A curtain of platinum blond hair blankets her pillows, and light blue eyes rest behind closed lids. A soft moan escapes her pale lips, and she tosses her head to one side. Her eyelids begin to flutter, a sign of the dreams within. There is a park in her mind, a large expanse of tall grass, weeping willow trees, and a large lake in its center. A heavy layer of fog coats the still waters and cool grass, and there is a thick blanket of clouds in the sky. She wears a long white gown with thin straps, and her long platinum locks flitter about her shoulders in a light breeze. A content smile graces her face as she idly walks along the water's edge.

Tiiiiiia....
The girl turns.
"H-Hello?" She doesn't recognize the voice, but she is instantly attracted and afraid of it at the same time.
Tiaaaaaaaa...
She whips her body around, her long silken skirts moving about her legs fluidly.
"W-whose there?"
It all feels very horror-flick cliche, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knows it's a dream...but that doesn't stop those tendrils of fear from licking up her spine, leaving gooseflesh in their wake.

A silhouette can barely be seen through the fog, though she can't tell just yet if it is male or female. Clouds of silver part in the person's wake, and as they get closer, she can make out the form of a man. A very tall, wide-shouldered man with dark hair that is slicked back and stops just at his shoulders. One of his hands is tucked inside of the pocket of a pair of pressed black denims. As he nears her, she can also see that he holds a dark-colored cigarette in one hand, and his torso is wrapped in dark blue silk. A sly smirk slashes across his face, and the girl can feel herself shudder.
"Who are you?"
He says nothing, but continues to walk towards her, in a type of slow swagger. He brings that cigarette to his lips, and in another millisecond, he is standing right before her. She blinks as that fog seems to surround them both. He flicks the cigarette away and slides his long arms around her. A slow smile spreads across the girl's face, and she can feel tingles racing across her skin. His mouth lowers to hers, and the kiss is so potent, she swears she might have gone blind. His hands move to encircle her wrists, but she doesn't notice. He presses her against a tree, and still she doesn't notice.

What a lovely dream, the girl thinks as the fog dissipates, the dream evaporates, and she seems to return to reality. She would have stretched her arms and greeted the day with a slow yawn. She would have risen to get out of bed, but she quickly discovers that she can do none of these things. The last vestiges of sleep seem to weigh her limbs down and make it difficult to open her eyes completely. She feels as though she has no energy, no life and no will to even move.

It's as though something has leeched it from her...

"Nnnnngh..." She moans in protest as she feels something press against her body, pinning her to the mattress. Her arms are pinned to her sides, and her legs seem to be spread wide. Her sheer white nightie has been shoved up to her breasts, and it is at this moment when she can finally open her eyes. Her energy seems to be returning to her little bits at a time, and the sight she sees causes a scream to bubble out of her throat. Right there, on top of her, is her dream kisser; pinning her to the mattress and releasing a slow chuckle.
"L-let go of me!"
That's right...scream.... His lips don't move, but she can her his voice inside of her head. Her energy is back in full force, and she begins to thrash, to little avail.
Yes...fight me...

In a matter of seconds, she can feel smooth, hard flesh penetrating her and she screams again. She doesn't know how he got into her apartment, she doesn't know how she didn't feel him pinning her there, and she is highly afraid. Pain rips through her virginal body and she releases another scream. Without warning he begins to pound her ruthlessly, and without remorse. Tears escape her crystalline eyes, and she begins to sob. His teeth latch onto her right breast, and she cries out. It seems to last forever, and after a time, she is merely a lifeless shell laying there and taking it.

They never last long...such a pity. Never can find any real fighters...C'es la vie, The demon thinks to himself as he spills himself inside of her. Rising to his feet, he stares down at her. She is spread-eagled and doesn't move when he lifts himself off of her. Her nightgown had long since been ripped away, and there are several bite-marks marring the pristine skin of her breasts. He'd drawn blood from one, which has created a crimson trail from her breast to the pink sheets below. Between her legs is a pool of seed, sweat, and blood. Dipping his pale fingers into it, he brings them up to her mouth. She flips her head to the other side, but he merely shoves the two digits inside. She cringes, and bats at him weakly, but in the end, simply lays there, swallowing it.

The demon Rape grins, and leaves the room. Once in her living room, he raises his hands and disappears in a cloud of sulfur and smoke. Arriving at his home, in his tower, he walks over to his mini-refrigerator and makes himself a double scotch; with ice, naturally. He then takes a seat at his baby grand piano, grabbing another cigarette. Others would come, of course. Others of his kind, and he would probably greet most of them with cold acceptance. He begins to play, that clove cigarette dangling from his lips, and his eyes staring out of the window.

Wrath, the Sin of pure hate and anger, would merely appear before the sadistic man as easily as Rape had vanished from the poor woman's living room. It could be done in the blink of an eye.
"You never get tired of that shit do you, you fucking sadist." He spoke, his face covered in deep shadows, for his hood had been engaged over his eyes. It was a white hoodie, with two pockets at its sides. Other than this specific artical of clothing, Wrath had been wearing skinny, black jeans, and a studded belt, giving the appearance of an emotional man, surpassing the age of centuries, though giving the appearance of a 20 year old.
He would gradually circle the piano and Rape himself, a frustrated expression upon his pale face. His pitch black hair was long, covering his eyes with ease. He looked directly into Rape's eyes.
"I highly doubt you could wait 24 hours without tormenting yet another useless mortal." He scowled. Hate's words sounded joyful, as if he were joking. Of course, the boy was dead serious. Nothing had changed for him. He had always been this way: Angry, pissed, infuriated beyond comprehension. Many had tried to assist the beign with coping against his intense frustrations, all had failed miserably. None of them had understood Wrath could not be cured-- ever. He was a Sin, a deadly Sin.
It was warm in Rape's tower, or at least it felt as such to Wrath. The room was beginning to wreak of smoke. Wrath had not given it a thought. He had been surrounded by the sickening shit his entire lifespan, since he had spawned. Despite all this, he had still been disgusted by the scent.
Wrath would hold his left hand out, its palm to the ceiling, and suddenly a VooDoo doll resembling the very girl Rape had, well, raped, would appear upon it. Blood dripped from its vaginal area, and there were teeth marks on her breasts. Wrath merely chuckled softly, for only blood and destruction brought him joy.
(First Post :D..Kinda sucks)

A grin passes over the rapist's face and he continues to play soft notes on his piano keys. A pause begins, in which a pregnant silence envelops the room as he takes a deep sip of is scotch. He'd smelled Wrath the moment he'd come in, and even if he hadn't, smoke and sulfur are hard to miss. He continues to play his piano, chuckling slightly at his sibling's implied challenge.
"Well, I would not be doing my job if I were to tire of it, no?" He increases his tempo slightly before pausing a second time to take a drag of his clove. As his fingers resume their graceful dance atop those piano keys, he chuckles a second time, his head shaking slightly.
"Do you never tire of your aggression and loathing for the things around you, hm? What are you but a vengeful sin? What am I but a plundering one? We all serve our roles. Of course, I tend to favor implanting the idea of rape, because it is indeed easier..." He trails off a moment, his eyes closing, and a dark grin passing over his lips. '...Ah, there goes another innocent in Sweden. Ah, it is sweet to implant such thoughts into mortal minds, but I prefer a-" Another pause. "-more personal touch. I think you can agree there is nothing quite like it." With that, he sends a pointed glance to Wrath's voodoo doll, giving the other sin a mischievous grin.

He gestures to his small refrigerator with his chin and grins slightly, randomly switching to a different sonata.
"Help yourself to what I've got in there. Should have some mead, some wine, and a few things coated in sugar, as some of our other...cousins have sweet teeth. So, what brings you to my lonely tower, hm?"

(It's fine =] )

Wrath snarled at his replies, angered at being proven wrong. Rape was completely correct. He was only doing what he was meant to do, carry out his sin. The Hateful Sin recoiled as Rape went on and on, explaining Wrath's own personality and descriptions. The man merely glanced to Rape's piano, pondering an answer. It was more difficult then he had expected. He inhaled deeply, then releasing.
"I never tire of inflicting deathly pain on others. The torture, it makes me feel as if I were high or intoxicated. I imagine rape must make you feel that way. Still, I do believe your attacks are a bit more..Private. Where as mine are simply grotesque. I experiment every detail of ones body, inside and out. However, I find it even more exciting to fuck with innocence through my dolls. Imagine, a simple knife to the chest of a sewn toy could mean the doom of another. I find it rather amazing. Of course, I'm not here to explain myself to you. I have more signifigant deeds to be taken care of." He scoffed, then gradually making his way to Rape's refridgerator.
He gripped its handle, pulling it gently and scanning the insides. Finding a bottle of Tequila, he retrieved it with haste. Wrath would pop the alchohol open and quickly chug it. The liquid trickled down his throat in a smooth motion-- It tasted divine.
"Quite tasty my sibling..You have done well in acquiring such fabulous liquor." He applauded. Wrath was rarely infuriated around his brother, Rape. He felt like the two had more in common, as opposed to the slut, Lust.
"If you must know, I was fucking bored out of my mind. It seems Harold's busy at the moment, and I am not, by any means, in the mood to face an angel. I feel lethargic, unfortunately." He spoke.
It was unlike Wrath to put off a fight, especially with an angel. He hated the nasty creatures, perhaps even more than whores. Though, like he had stated, the male was drowsy, and hadn't had a fine drink in many a days.

With little warning - only the sultry scent and the gentle rapping of her knuckles against the fine, polished wood, Envy entered Rape's chamber. Emerald hues glanced between the two kin with mild curiosity, followed by disgust. "What is this, some sort of prissy, high class party in England? Should I hold out my pinky?..." The sneer on her face was brief and a small, crooked little smirk took its place. Envy was sporting the same petite, blonde, and voluptuous french woman as before. The champagne locks spiraled around her face and shoulders, shaping both her face and chest rather well. She paid no mind as to whether or not either of them disliked that she was butting in on whatever it was they were talking about - not that she was paying much mind to what was being said anyways. "Oh~..." The sin purred upon spotting the bottle in Wrath's hand and glided towards him with an arm extended. If successful, the bottle would be snatched from his grasp and the mouth of it locked firmly in her pale, lush lips. The liquid left a pleasant burning trickle down the back of her throat as it spilled down it. A simple, tight, black leather pants clung to her hips, a white, off-the-shoulder blouse to her slender stomach and supple breasts. On her feet, leapord patterned pumps with six inches of heel.

(Shit post, sorry. On a phone, and been quite some time since I've made a post for Envy... c.c)

Wrath's face nearly lit up as he saw Envy. He had missed her and chuckled at her first comment. Unfortunately, it seemed Rape had been rather distant, how terrible. Wrath had rather enjoyed their interesting conversations. He had been getting into it at the time. Oh well, Envy was here now, that was a plus indeed. Wrath sighed, taking another drink of the Tequila, sighing as it slid down his throat. Felt good, though had not quenched his thirst for blood, not in the slightest.

As Envy had raced for his "poison", Wrath had merely stepped back, then gripping her by the waist quickly before she could sore past him. "Now, now, Envy, you of all people should understand I'm always..Very thirsty." He said, his dark red eyes glaring into hers in a sinister fashion. It might have scared her, even if she wasn't necesarrily afraid of him. His presence usually brought fear and enraged others, causing mentally painful mood swings. He drew in close, feeling rather menacing at the time, perhaps it was because he was slightly intoxicating.

"Want to tell me why in hell you're here?" He whispered into her ear, then handing her the bottle.

Envy hissed and leered at Wrath as he took the bottle further from her reach and scooped her up against his side. Shivers surged and caressed her spine as he gazed into her eyes with his own, slightly intimidating hues and casually averted her gaze to the bottle upon hearing his question. As the bottle was handed to her, the sin snatched it up. Only after taking a swig that would temporarily quench her thirst did she answer him. "Why else would I be here, hm?... It's no fun at home when everyone is here... This place seems to be all the rage among our siblings... and with you here only proves that point. I want attention. I want to do something. I hate doing nothing!" Whiny little thing, was she not? Envy huffed and brought the bottle back to her pursed, slickened lips for another taste of Tequila, finally daring to bring her gaze back to him. "I had a little play thing at home but..." She clicked her tongue lightly against the roof of her mouth. "..He dissatisfied me." Envy was a tough entity to satiate... If you could even come close to doing so. It was what she was. The sin of want - of desire and longing. If one had what Envy.. Well, envied, it was rather difficult to keep her from finding another thing to want... "Why, does my presence bother you that much, Wrath?" Envy sneered, handing the bottle back to him.

Wrath chuckled at the petite Sin. She was playful, and ever so needy. He loved it, every second of it. He loved being desired, being wanted. To be perfectly honest, he loved being around Envy. She was so much more pure than anyone he had known, even if she had been loose at some times. She would never be near any others Wrath knew. He felt almost safe around her. Essentially, Wrathw ould never be cured of his instant rage and temper problems,t hough he was much better around Rape and Envy. With them both here, you wouldn't be able to catch him at a better mood. Unless of course, he was torturing attractive women.

The anger Sin brushed Envy's hair over her right ear and peered into her eyes again, taking the Tequila and drinking from it gradually. "You always want to do something, it doesn't surprise me a simple man could not fit your standards. I'm afraid I am the only one that can." He said jokingly, yet not chuckling at all. He took another sip, emptying the bottle. In frustration at its short quantity, he threw it against the wall to the left of them, scowling as it shattered on impact.

"You know your presence doesn't bother me, Envy." He said, looking away from her. He was nervous. What had she really wanted from him?

A sort of awkwardness faltered her shameless swagger a bit as Wrath tucked some of the spiral champagne locks behind her ear... It was short lived though, and replaced with a rather deviant grin as she took note of his nervous body language. "Oh, please... There could be plenty of men... Okay well. That's a lie... No man could ever keep me on my toes for all eternity... Blasphemy however.. He was pretty close- oh.. Heh, woops..." Envy muttered. The slip up was intentional, and anyone who knew Envy, knew exactly what she was doing... And what was that, you ask? Why, Envy was provoking dear old Wrath into agression... and it would work. Eventually, anyways.

Wrath had already been set off by the small amount of the liquor, and now Envy had sputtered meaningless words about Blasphemy. The fucker. Wrath stopped, giving her a death stare, then bringing her in until their noses would touch. He sneered. He became frustrated, annoyed, and pissed all in about three seconds.

"Is taunting me like this really acceptable. Or would you rather I satisfy your impossible cravings." He growled. Envy would always antagonize him, he was used to it, though never okay with it. He held her away from him a bit, expecting her to come back with something even more enraging. No matter, all in good fun.

"Blasphemy is no where near close to me." Wrath muttered looking away from her again, scoffing. His right hand had still been around her thin waist, and he quickly opened the fridge to the side of them, taking out yet another bottle of Tequila. It had been the last, he was a lucky Sin indeed. The top popped off immediately as he wished, and he sucked it down.

Tremors stirred in her once more, but she wouldn't give him the luxury of him seeing that he had a way of intimidating her. She only grinned at him... His anger was quite amusing to her; getting anyone roused up amused her. "Hmph. What makes you think that you could satisfy me, Wrath? Maybe I've already gotten what I wanted from you." Ah, there was nothing like a little game of cat and mouse, hm?... Her smug grin flattened into a thin hard line, a spark of her own anger surging through her. "I would like to know why there are angels are here... Sadistic feels a little weak to me." Sadistic was one of the few cousins that she had grown to admire, especially when he'd complimented her looks with a smack across the face. Envy's expression soften once more and she met Wrath's gaze. "You think they're going to succeed in ruining our fun?" The sin often doubted it, but sometimes... Sometimes it was hard to doubt with their sudden, unwelcoming appearances...

Wrath was aware of the girls antics. She had always beena bit eccentric and annoying at times. Although he had warmed up to her and her little games of "cat and mouse." His anger, however, still stirred inside of him. He could not forget the comment she had made about Blasphemy and the apparent satisfaction she had gained from him. His teeth gritned together in fury. He listened closely to her comments on the angels infecting their beloved mansion, and scoffed at them only once. She was right, angels had been a bit of a problem lately, and it was starting to affect the Sins. Wrath himself not only wanted them gone, he wanted them wiped from the face of existence-- Forever.

"You shouldn't worry about those "glorious" fuckers. They are of no threat. Sadistic is fine, like shes always been." He replied, looking back to Envy's petite frame. He was worried about her. She was a bit of a pest at times, and even though Wrath put up with it, he knew not everyone would.

"This conversation bores me. I would much rather satisfy your lust at the moment." He said in a dead serious manner. Wrath rarely joked, and when he had it was an insult. It was just part of his sadistic and sickening personality that was, of course, permanent. It had been said many times before there was no one who could really change Wrath. Though, Envy came pretty close to doing so.

Envy could be rather annoying - most times it was intriguing to watch the way the others grew irritated with the way she acted... Hell, sometimes it even bothered her. Her eyes flickered with amusement upon realizing that Wrath was still angry, possibly even jealous about her mention of the time spent with Blasphemy. Not that she would ever openly admit it, but it concerned her to see that it bothered Wrath. For now, however... she would just keep telling herself that it was simply just the way he was. Wrath - the epitome of anger, just as she was of want.

The subtle grin on her face widened as he finally spoke. Yeah, that was it; they wouldn't have to worry about the angels. They could be handled... The doubt was pushed back into the darker recesses of her mind and she let her hands continue their little dance along Wrath's proximity, venturing their way down towards his naval. "My lust...? Is that what you think I have? Why don't you show me my lust, Wrath. I cannot find it..." This, of course was a lie. Envy always had lust. Most of envy was related to lust, and that fellow sin was one of those that had been close to her - wherever the sin had gone. The sin licked her lips and leaned forward, crouching a bit so that her lips and teeth would graze ever so slightly against the crook of Wrath's neck. "You seem so... positive," Envy teased. "That it is me that is lusty as you claim.. but, I think the shoe's on the other foot. Hm? Or am I getting mixed signals?..."

Wrth gripped her waist firmly with both of his cold hands. He grumbled at her comments. They weren't the most intriguing or exciting. He wanted more the little pervert. His eyes flashed a lighter red as his lips traced along the top of her cranium. He lightly kissed it, holding his open lips there for a couple moments. His right hand drifted down to her rear-end, yet not grabbing onto it yet. He was more of a gentleman then that. He slid his face down her hair until his forehead rested on the peak of her head, his face still grim. She was always finding absurd ways to anger him, make him jealous.

"I believe we both want eachother...At the moment at least, and if you can wait an hour before fucking someone else. I'd be glad to please you myself." He chuckled in a sinister fashion. His two icy hands sunk down to her maginificent thighs. He had missed touching her, having rarely done so before in the first place. His left hand would then move to the right side of her chin, pushing upwards gently, moving her head up if successful. He'd kiss her with soft, yet hateful lips then. Only for a second, unfortunately for her. Wrath's lips were angelic, yet struck fear into the most hard of hearts.

He chuckled if she would return the kiss, which was what he had expected. Still, if she hadn't, he would have felt like a fool, a failure, and a freak to her of all people. He would not care much, being a loner and a self-confident man. But because she meant so much to him, he'd falter a bit. He had not wanted Rape to see anything over the top, so he'd hope Envy would either teleport them both to a more..Private area, or he'd later do it himself.

It wouldn't be hard, he had teleported like such numerous times before. As easy as riding a tricycle when one was the age of 10. Simply too easy to explain.

Envy inhaled sharply as he firmly grasped her by the hips... This was the only time that she'd seen Wrath gentle. Deep down, it was admirable. Her body arched towards him in response to his hand on her pert rear and she trembled lightly. By the look on his face he was wanting to cut right down to the chase, rather than play her little games and she would ablige him... The gentle expression on her face hardened. "If you must know. I've not fucked anyone in the past hour - let alone the past few days... Ah~.." A hiss of pleasure slipped from her lips as her thighs were clenched by his icy grip and her legs tensed, capturing them between her legs.

No protest was made as he shifted her chin to the angle that pleased him and kissed her. When he pulled away, Envy would eagerly drop her venturing hand to the grown of his pants and take hold of the length concealed by his jeans, and push him towards Rape's bed with the other palm pressed firmly against his chest. If she'd been successful in doing so, no time would be given for him to sit up as she straddled him, lips crushing back against his. "You're persistant as ever..." She purred in his ear, her hand giving his length another squeeze. He may have been a gentle man, but Envy was a woman that took charge... She went for wanted... Granted, she always added her own little twist to it.

Envy's hands danced across his frame once more, taking the hem of his hooddie as well as his shirt and pulled them up over his head. Her lips returned to his then, but only for a moment before traveling to his neck. Her hips grinded and rolled against his clothed hips as one of her hands slowly undid the button and the zipper... [Apologies for that takin' so long. c.c;]

She worked fast, he liked that. Wrath may have been exceedingly gentle in simple kissing, though in the sack he was a fucking monster. Rough and tormenting. Wrath's member was of a long, 13 inches, though had been to greater lengths before. He chuckled at her first comment, surprised yet joyed at her abstinence for at least a few days. He grunted hard as she grabbed his erection covered by his jeans. Her body felt amazing, angelic, and incredible. Her hourglass figure only complimented how fantastic she was in bed. As he was pushed on the bed and stripped, he'd return her kiss while massaging her breasts for a small while.

"I seem to enjoy being persistent.". He was rough with her two tits, gripping at them, nearly clawing as well. They felt juicy in his icy hands, and it helped that they were so massive. His shirt was pulled off immediately after. He would then removed hers quickly. He did very much enjoy screwing with Envy, even if it hadn't meant anything. Though, he'd like to think it did. He released another moan as she grinded him in a wild fashion, and his size grew rapidly. She would undo the button, and as he willed, his pants slid off onto the floor, like magic. He gripped her cheeks with his two hands, pulled her in, and tongued her for a few seconds, then allowing her to return to her next step, which was sure to be either rubbing or sucking, perhaps both.

"Damn you make me hot." He chuckled dryly and nearly inaudibly after his words, running his hands up and down her waist and ass. He could not get over how well shaped and endowed she was. It was perfect. She was sexy as well, which only added to the sex. He relaxed on the bed, letting the greatness of it all sink it. Rape's bed was soft, and that came as no surprise to the angry sin. He had after all, fucked more than anyone. except for maybe Lust that is.

The demon Rape had been content to sit in silence at his piano, making music as only he can, listening to the other two. A bored expression seems to be permanently fixated upon his face, as he continues to keep at ear within the room and his eyes out of the window. A steady downpour had begun to fall; his favorite sort of weather.

Finally, he faces the two, and sighs rather audibly. Rising, he unfolds his six foot, five inch-tall form from his piano bench and swaggers slowly to the mini-fridge. He speaks in a deeply silken tone as he pours himself another drink.
"Don't I always get the best, brother? Do you still know me so little?" He replies in regards to the fine tequila Wrath is drinking with ease. To Envy, Rape quirks a brow, but says nothing. He seems to look her over a great deal before returning to his piano. He does not play right away, however, but sits with his back to the keys. He waves his pale fingers in an impatient gesture and begins lighting a clove.

"Please, if you two are insistent on groping one another, find another chamber with which to do it in, or allow me to intercede." He doesn't chuckle nor bat a lash at this comment, so it is hard to tell whether or not he is serious; as it always is with Rape.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he swaggers over to Envy. Placing a long index finger beneath her chin, with obvious little regard to the fact that Wrath is standing just there, still touching her, Rape grins very faintly. "You always choose such...titillating forms. Tell me, was there anything you required other than to parade about in my room, hm? Again, whether or not he cares about her being there isn't really revealed in his tone of voice. For a sin of Rape, he seems to project an image of disinterest and vague curiosity quite well.

(Can we keep an order going in here, please? )

Envy seemed to be in her own little world with Wrath's fondles and gropes... but the fear of the Angels presences crept back into her train of thought, followed with Rape's voice. A low growl emanated from her throat as his fingers tucked themselves under her chin and lifted it so their gaze would meet. Her eyes were sharp as daggers. Envy did not much like to be touched without giving the person her consent first. The sin rolled off of Wrath and away from Rape's touch, bending her upper body to pick up her carelessly discarded pants and blouse, putting them back over her sultry frame. She then stood and ventured towards the piano that Rape had left only moments before, the balls of her feet padding against the floor as she went. About half way to the instrument, she stopped, and glanced over her shoulder at them. "Titillating as my hosts may be... I only allow those to touch them, who are worthy.... The best," a faint grin cascaded over her features. "only deserve the best... I am one of those who're deserving of such. You should know this, Rape...." Envy then proceeded to the piano and took a seat on the bench, her fingers dancing along the white and black keys, slowly beginning to play Moonlight Sonata(if that's wrong, oh well. xD) She paused once more.

The Angels crept back into Envy's mind and she trembled. Why did they bother her so much?... She could kill them anytime... "Rape... What do you think of those.... rats," she referred to the angels. "Being in our house, hm...?"

(Sorry that took so long, been a busy day for me.)