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Characters: Catarina and anyone willing to put up with a moody demon
Setting: Floor 38
Format: Action start
Summary: Catarina's consolation prize from being crushed by her ridiculous costume isn't something she really wants...
Warnings: Catarina being her usual threatening/sexual self

[The second lounge, surrounded by clouds. It was a little dizzying to Catarina, but she honestly hadn't been looking out of the window for a while. Instead, she was sitting on beanbag chair with a necklace dangling over one hand. It was gorgeous, gold with a beautiful intricate charm carved onto the end. But her dark eyes were almost angry as she looked at it, her jaw tight. She knew what this was. She saw it when she was a child, and was supposed to be handed down to her. Catarina dropped her hand next to her, disgusted, letting the chain slither to the floor]

I've beaten you. I lived.

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*It was harder to get to this lounge with the new floors in the way - it was either a long climb from the bottom, or a mad dash across a floor made of insects from the elevator to avoid that floor with the things lurking in the dark.

But this was also the lounge with Reno's bar. This is what brought Enoch to the same floor Catarina rested on, and the glint of light off the moving chain caught his attention.

And, of course, he wasn't certain what to make of the lady who had attacked him, who had been so horribly mangled... Enoch realizes he's slowed down.*

...Their "consolation" never seems to be what they claim it is.

*His own prize...well, he liked his prize, but. It was painful, to think of Armaros.*

You. [She sat up straighter, eyes sharp at that]

*He visibly hesitates. That wasn't her costume?

After a few seconds, it's clear he has no idea what to say. He'd expected an apology at best and agreement at least, not...something that made it seem as if they were still in costume.*

[She watched him, tense. He wasn't acting the same, not as he did when he was in costume, but... oh, she didn't dare to hope otherwise. If he was even the slightest bit like before, her life would depend on her being ready to counter at any moment]

I assumed you didn't have ill will towards me outside of your...alteration.

Such assumptions may cost you your life. I, after all, cannot assume the same for you.

If my memory is right, you were the one that attacked me.

[She shrugged and smiled. Nastily]

If I remember correctly, you were outwardly proclaiming that you were my enemy at the time.

I know I said nothing of the sort. I don't know who you are, much less consider you my enemy.

You were an angel. Naturally those are my enemies.

*....Okay, where does he start?*

I was dressed as an angel, and made into something resembling one. Angels do not act the way they forced me to act.

*That's a good start. Now, she looks human, at least, so Enoch assumes this is something like the way Naoya acts.*

What happened to disillusion you from God?

[She let him finish before letting out a dark laugh]

So much wrong with what you said. Not how angels act? Every last bastard I've met has been sanctimonious and exactly like you. As for turning from God... [She stood, sensual and fluid] It's hard when you've never faced that way to turn.

Angels do not kill without-

*Without immediate cause, he doesn't say, cutting himself off as she stands. Not what he expected.*

...You're a demon?

[She smiled, wild and mad] Astute observation.

And do you mean to attack me? There's nothing to fight for.

It could be fun. To get your blood hot and moving. [She came closer, her hips swaying] Skin warm and slick with sweat as we fight. The grunts and moans we make as we move...

*...Enoch has no idea what this demon's game is. Vitriolic one moment and then seductive the next?*

Are you trying to challenge me or seduce me?

Why can't it be both? A good fight, a good lay... either I'm satisfied with a fight or I'm fed.

*A sigh. So she's one of those demons. Do they have a sense of timing at all?*

You'll forgive me for, after being forced to kill, and in God's name, no less, being in no mood for either.

*He's not even a week out of the breakdown that followed the numb shock. Talk about a libido-killer.*

Quite sad. I looked forward to settling at least one thing with you.

What is there to settle? The souls here are all bound to bodies that don't stay dead. Without the progression of souls, the conflict between Heaven and The Darkness is pointless. Heaven and The Darkness likely don't exist here...

And yet agents of both still exist. If anything, our presence here says such. And anyway, I would have liked to settle the fight we found ourselves in that one day in our proper minds instead.

The fight itself was not meant to happen, precisely because we weren't in our right minds.

Are you sure? It certainly seems right and fun.

I'm certain. There was nothing right or fun about any of last month. A fight in that condition is not an unresolved matter.