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Michael hadn't noticed it right away, but the more the meetings went on, the more she had the impression that the Duke was less and less interested in the subject of the meetings.
She could see in her peripheral vision that her interest was more on her than on the documents. But she wasn't completely sure, maybe she was just thinking of a way to kill her.
No it was stupid, if that were the case, she would have already tried much sooner.
" Eyes on the files, Dagon, " said Michael, for the second time, her voice both strict and calm.
Surprisingly, the redhead obeys again, but only for five minutes.
" Did you see here, we need to- "
She was cut off by the door which suddenly opened, revealing Uriel.
" Michael, you- "
She fell silent when she noticed that she had just interrupted something. Dagon shifted to look at the newcomer and Uriel did not hide her disgust at seeing her.
" Yes ? " Michael asked her.
" Whatever, I'll come back, " replied Uriel.
" Yeah, we have a moment here, " interject Dagon.
Michael turned to the demoness.
" No, " she said firmly.
" No ? "
" We're done for today, " Michael said as she started to gather all the documents.
" Oh, really ? " asked the redhead.
" Yes, really, " affirmed the brunette.
Dagon alternated her gaze between the two angels before rolling her eyes and standing up.
" Okay, " she said, grimacing.
She growled as she walked past the other angel, unhappy that she had interrupted their meeting.
" Should she come back ? " asked Uriel.
" Probably. It's far from over. I remind you that there are four years of files to reorganize, " replied Michael, showing her the pile of paper.
" If that duke didn't spend all her time staring at you, maybe things would move faster, " Uriel told her.
" What do you mean ? " asked Michael.
Ah, so she had noticed it too.
" She looked at you like she’d never seen an angel in her life. "
" You think ? " the brunette unconsciously touched her hair.
" She must be jealous, " said Uriel. " No, but have you seen her ? She’s horrible. "
Michael felt a flash of anger run through her body and she suddenly wanted to slap her for what she had just said.
Where did that come from ? She should be agree, right ? Yet she didn't think so.
" She's a demon, she's just... different. "
" She has scales and fangs Michael, she looks like an animal. "
The brunette gave her a tight smile.
" ...sure. "
" How can you stand seeing her almost every month ? "
" Have you finished ? " Michael burst out.
" Oh please don't tell me you're defending her. You said it yourself, she’s just a demon. "
" I don't defend her. I just do my job, " clarified Michael.
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This time it would be Michael's turn to go in hell.
She didn't know why she did this with her hair, with two simple braids tied at the back of her head with a golden clip, the whole thing formed like a crown of hair. The rest was loose and fell on her shoulders. She herself thought she looked less serious like that which was ridiculous, she should instead look more threatening to go to hell.
What the hell am I doing ?
She hoped she could reach the elevator without meeting anyone. Missed. Uriel walked in the opposite direction. Who frowned when she saw her.
" What did you do ? " asked Uriel.
" Absolutely nothing, why ? " replied Michael.
" No I mean, your marks. They are... "
Ah yes it's true.
She hadn't made them disappear this time, on the contrary, they shone like on her first day. She even left others visible at her collarbones which disappeared under her clothes.
" Well what ? Just because you hide yours doesn’t mean I have to do the same thing, " she said.
Uriel looked her up and down, frowning before having a revelation.
" Oh I see, you're coming down, right ? " she asked.
She probably thought she made the effort just because she was going down and wanted to impress the demons. Of course, she was only thinking of one of them.
" Indeed, " replied Michael.
" Well, " huffed Uriel. " Good luck with that. "
It was once alone in the elevator that Michael once again wondered why she was doing that. Why was she willingly stepping out of her comfort zone just for... she wasn't even sure, for the approval of a demon ? It didn't make any sense.
She felt anxious and completely denied the fact that she would be disappointed if her counterpart didn't react. And she really wanted a reaction, just one sentence, one word would be enough for her. She came out of her reverie when the elevator doors opened. Had the descent always been so fast ? Or the stress made her lose track of time ? Surely.
She breathed to calm herself and walked down the long, labyrinthine corridors. The lower demons she encountered moved out of her way, for fear that she would have holy water with her again. She finally arrived at her destination and knocked on the large metal door on which was placed the sign " GET OUT ! ". Charming, really.
" It's open ! " a deep voice barked from inside.
" What a welcome, " Michael said as she entered the dark room.
Dagon instantly raised her head hearing her.
" There, my favorite angel, " she said, her voice was suddenly much calmer.
Michael rolled her eyes, hiding the fact that her comment had caused a strange feeling in her stomach.
" Because you see others ? "
" Nah, I don't like them, they are all boring, " replied the demoness, pushing the chair in front of her desk with her foot for the angel to sit in.
Dagon quickly started looking at her "colleague" again and the brunette knew it, however, after about forty minutes, there were still no comments.
Michael thought her efforts were, perhaps, too simple. She didn't see what else she could do at this point, nor was she going to take off her clothes.
The duke put down the pencil she was using.
" Did you do something to your hair ? " she asked then.
Finally.
" Nothing special, " replied Michael, who actually held back a smile.
" I think so, " said the demoness, looking more at her hairstyle, without restraint, paying absolutely no attention to their work.
Michael could practically feel herself blushing under the insistent gaze. She couldn't complain, she had done it on purpose after all.
" Did you go for the princess style ? Aw, that's pretty, " said Dagon.
Princess ??
" Dagon. "
" Yes ? "
" Files. "
Dagon growled and rolled her eyes before leaning back. " It's boring. "
" We have to do this. There's too much incompatible information, you know that as well as I do. "
" Maybe, but it’s still boring, " added the redhead.
" I never said otherwise... "
This time, only ten minutes passed before Dagon clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
" I thought it was the brightness but no. Look at your marks, you are twinkling. " She narrowed her eyes. " Are you doing all this for me ? "
Michael just gave her a sideways glance but didn't respond. She didn't expect to be unmasked so quickly. Dagon leaned forward on the desk and propped herself up on her elbows with a smirk.
" Are you trying to tempt me by any chance, Michael ? " she asked in a low voice. " Because it works. "
" Tempt you ? Angels don't tempt, " Michael told her, picking up a random paper to occupy herself.
Could Dagon hear her heart pounding ? Because she could.
" Aand, you're lying, " said Dragon, taking the paper from her hands. " First your hair and now your marks, brighter than ever. You have more than usual, right ? Do you have any others ? " she asked, looking unabashedly at her neckline.
" So it’s true, you were looking at me ? " asked Michael.
" So it’s true, you did this for me ? " replied Dagon.
At least Michael had her answer.
The two exchanged a long look in silence and Michael huffed, closing her eyes.
" Well, I admit, it was stupid, " she said.
" No, no, no, I like it. I love shiny things, " the duke informed her. " You shine. "
" And then what ? You love me now ? " asked Michael, sarcastically.
Please, please, say yes... Wait what ?
" I love shiny things, " repeated Dagon.
" And I shine ? "
" It would seem. "
Dagon's pupils had doubled in size and her gaze was focused on the angel's eyes. Michael swallowed hard, she was going to have to take responsibility for the little game she had started now.
Their next meetings promised to be very interesting.