Good evening, everyone. My name is Ambrosine Coupe, and it's quite the pleasure to meet you. I'm a new addition to the Soul Collection Department of the London Division--that means I reap the souls of dying humans. I look forward to meeting the lot of you, and I do hope you aren't on my list. I rather enjoy a good conversation.“Yer point?” he sighed standing up finally. His fingers ran through his hair before slipped his hands in his pockets. “Contract is a contract and I’m not leaving your side.”
“Just go away already,” she hissed, backing away from the elder, “Take your filthy contract and go, already! I don’t care who it is or why they want you to watch me, but it isn’t appreciated.”
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Heat, pain quickly built in his arm causing him to release her. He dropped to the floor with her scythe below his knees, grabbing on to the skin to the area where skin had once remained. “Fuck,” he cursed slowly releasing pressure from his arm to look over the wound. Well this contract won’t last long. He nearly gasped for air looking from his wound back up at the girl. His skin had healed quickly turning nearly ice cold. His eyes change color instantly making him aware the the threat. “Really shouldn’t do that to a demon with a death scythe,” he nearly growled turning his attencion back to the ground.
Ambrosine rolled her eyes as she pulled her glove back on. “Please,” she said, “I wouldn’t be doing fieldwork if I wasn’t capable of taking care of myself.” With a snap of her fingers, the scythe that Soloman was currently holding dissipated, and after another moment, it reappeared in Ambrosine’s hands. “I told you,” she said with a smug little smile.
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“Ah no,” he grabbed on to her waist taking the scythe from her hand ad pulling her back out. “You’re not going anywhere that I can’t be at least not for a while.”
“Let me go!” she screeched, thrashing her legs about in an attempt to kick him. She peeled one of her gloves off, vaguely curious as to what touching him would do. If touching humans killed them, what would it do to demons? She grabbed his wrist, hoping that it would at least hinder him in one way or another.
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“Well…” he sighed. “I’m not allowed to leave your side, is the thing, Miss Coupe.” He finally released her scythe pulling his shirt up to his neck. “Because of a contract a human made with me. I can’t leave your side not until you die naturally.”
“That’s it,” she said, jerking her scythe away with a scowl, “I’m leaving, my good sir. If you even try to follow me into my realm, you will be sensed by the rest of my kind and promptly exterminated.” She opened a portal and glanced over her shoulder at the demon. “And with that, I bid you adieu,” she huffed, jumping into the portal.
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Was it a laugh? was it choking on air? Really he didn’t know how to described the felling he had in his chest. A reaper why in hell’s name did it have to be a reaper. “Um…” for the first time in years he was at a lost for words. It had to be a reaper. “I can’t do that Ambrosine,” he sighed tighting the grip on her blade. He wasn’t sure how he was going to explain this.
“And why the bloody hell not?!” she hissed, still attempting to pull her scythe from his hands with a practically terrified expression written on her face. Oh, goodness gracious, this was not good. What if he wanted to hurt her? Her mind raced, attempting to find any way to call for Adalheid or possibly even William, but found no such way.
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“Nope,” he laughed. “You didn’t still me you entire name.” He leaned in a little tugging on the weapon pulling her closer. “You want my full name you have to tell me yours.” He repeated himself a lot. Really inside he wasn’t sure he wanted to know her full name. It probably would have been better to be searching for all eternity in the land of the dead.
“Coupe!” she shouted, jerking her scythe out of his hands with a growl as she did so, “My name is Ambrosine Coupe, alright?! Now get out of my face, animal!” She gave the demon her best glare, backing up a few steps so as to be farther away from the elder. “Now what the hell do you want?!”
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“If I tell you mine you got to tell me you’re otherwise I ain’t leaving,” he laughed grabbing on to the handle of her scythe for his own safety. “It’s not like I’m going to tell every single human or demon that you’re a reaper.”
She frowned at the incubus but complied, murmuring her name. “Ambrosine,” she said, venom laced into the word, “Now let me go, vermin.”
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“Nothing,” he laughed taking a step back. He wasn’t too frightened by the reaper and rather found her cute. “Just your name and number,” he joked about the number. “Then I’ll leave you be.”
“I apologize, but I don’t reveal personal information to scum like you,” she growled, her defensive stance remaining present. “State your name, demon.”
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“Hey wide eyes,” he smiled devilishly at the girl. “Why worried?” he moved closer placing and arm on her hip moving it down her side. “Why don’t you relax?” His voice was nearly a whisper letting his fingers do the walking.
Shrieking, Ambrosine swatted at the male’s hand, skittering out of the way before almost immediately summoning her Death Scythe. “What could you possibly want, you vile creature?!” she hissed, holding her weapon threateningly.
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