Angel Devil
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In the oldest pages, the ones you have to handle with gloves and stare at through glass, a picture is painted of overwhelming eyes and overlapping rings of gold. It’s holy and horrifying all at once, and you swear you can feel life being sucked out of you through the pages.
In a strange way, it grows human over time. The oldest pages that draw firey wheels turn into oil paintings with four faces and six wings turn into a glowing man.
Tomorrow you will paint the newest incarnation. It’s rare you see a devil so close, in person rather than through a screen. Angel is apathetic you hear, indifferent to humans, a perfect balance of angel and devil. Murmurs that spread over message boards and through experienced hunters say he’s weaker. Before as long as the whisp floated past, you could feel your life force being drawn into the being. Now you have to touch him, even something as thin as cloth is protective enough.
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- Part 1 of Angel Devil
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Though the devil attempts to act indifferent, you can see his clear interest in the movie. Most of your time is spent absorbing his reactions, as opposed to watching the film itself. You’ve seen the movie a dozen separate times, always finding a new piece to fixate on. Seeing the pieces of Buffalo Bill’s capture early on gets better every single time.
Angel’s eyebrows are knit together, lips gently pursed. “They don’t treat Starling very well.”
“I thought you enjoyed human suffering.”
He bristles slightly. “Humans should all suffer equally, and it’s best if it’s my doing.” The angel devil pauses for a brief moment. “I like Hannibal though, even if it isn’t a very clever name.”
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- Part 2 of Angel Devil
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“Are you not built the same? I assumed all humans were like this.” He doesn’t sound stupid when he says it, and not curious either, just uncaring.
You lick your lips. “Most aren’t, usually people just have one or the other.”
“And you?” There might be something coy in his eyes, hidden behind long lashes.
“I have a vagina.” The sterile phrase feels clumsy on your tongue. You could’ve said pussy, or cunt, if the words didn’t sound even lewder.
“Do you touch it?” You look at him with wide and surprised eyes. “Don’t some humans do that?”
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- Part 3 of Angel Devil