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Imp has rarily had chances of normal conversation, as it usually has been doing the bidding of the Hellish Lords up until now and they are not exactly the type to make pleasantries or casual talk."I am...Imp. At least, that is what my kind is called. My brood has been bred, trained and brainwashed to murder, conquer and ravage. I am here to finally try and put a stop to that and to take back Earth for the life here and then Mars!", she says, clearly sounding very serious about it. More sounds of fighting and turmoil goes on in all sorts of directions from there. She looks over the human male in green and heavy armour."If you want to help, gre

the chameleon paused for a beat, a bio weapon this time? she had seen tools of war countless times, everything from revolutionary fire arms, viruses that could brick entire cities power grid in seconds, vehicles that could cover miles in moments well making less noise then a dragonfly... but a Bio weapon was a bit interesting. she almost felt a pang of delight at seeing something new for a moment, that moment passed quickly as a loud ear splitting clang came from mere feet in front of her as their paramedic seemed to have a para-left-feet as he made a bit of a racket ahead. and there was a god damn green glow further up. it was almo

Anahel blinked in shock as Mirina suddenly crawled over her and began to speak. The Angel frowned and let out a sigh saying, “of e told you again and again. You are not a slave! I am not your master! You do not have to prove anything to me. All I want is to help you to become the girl you once were again!”

Mirina was still not sure how to do this. But she needed to try, she needed to do something. She got up, onto her hands and knees and crawled over Anahel. She knew the Angel could easily overpower her if she wanted, but. It did not matter. She had a look half seductive, half desperate. “Please, stop rejecting me. I want to be yours.” She needed this, to try to somehow teach Anahel to take her as a slave. To teach her greatest value. “Just give it a chance. Let me show you my value.” She hesitated for just a second, to see if Anahel tried to force her off, if not, she would try to teach the Angel, show her she would do anything for

Anahel looked up at the ceiling as she laid there on the bed. She didn’t k ow why Mirina wanted her here in the bed with her but she figured it would another way of helping her she hoped.

Was it because she was an Angel? Another girl? The innocence of Anahel’s response surprised Mirina. Though now she was uncertain what to do as they lay next to each other. How to please another woman, or if an Angel even had the same anatomy as her. She studied the figure next to her for a moment as she considered her next step. Though she was pleased they were sharing a bed.

Anahel made a note of her response and decided that she would need to get Mirina some more clothes maybe tomorrow. She then blinked and stared in complete shock, her cheeks blushing as she watched the girl strip down before her until she was completely naked. She was now going to leave her but then blinked once more as she heard Mirina tell her to join her. Anahel didn’t see this as weird. She would just lay with her presumably until she fell asleep to keep her company, that’s what she thought Mirina wanted and so she came over and laid into the bed with her.

“I have nothing.” It was a simple statement. Expressing her belief she had nothing and could have nothing. “I do not need clothes to sleep, though.” She began pulling off the dress, letting it fall to the floor. She looked intently at Anahel, desperate to fulfill her purpose to please the Angel. She had conflicted feelings, the complete submission of a slave, and a desire to make the one she saw as her owner think of her and treat her as one. She wrestled with whether or not to make a move on the Angel, to convince her to join her in the bed. “Join me.” It was an odd tone, begging yet demanding, submissive, yet a sort or desperation.

Anahel looked at the girl, watching as she left and then looked at Mirina and looked out the window. “It’s starting to get dark out. You should probably get to bed,” she told her. “Do you have any sleeping clothes?”

The girl went off, leaving the two alone again. To sleep in her parents bed? It did not have a huge impact on Mirina, though she had not expected it either. Legally, the whole farm was hers now, at least until an older relative could be found. But it was hard for a slave to consider anything as hers. She could not demand Anahel do anything, was not even comfortable asking really, but she hoped she was not sleeping alone. She would be the way she had been in the bed the priest put her in, laying there, sleeping, almost like a doll. She mostly wanted to know what daily life would be like, Anahel was going to be living here at least f

Anahel hadn’t considered sleeping but thought it would be nice for Mirina to sleep here. She then smiled at the other girl and gave her a nod saying, “yes, that would be nice, thank you.”

There was the reminder. Anahel had not said exactly how long she would stay, but that was the reminder she only intended to stay temporarily. Mirina had to make sure to convince her otherwise somehow. Hopefully to tonight. She wanted to be valued and accepted, as a slave. For Anahel to accept her as that. There was something about the Angel, something she could not put into words, but something vaguely familiar about her. Some sort of similarity between them, though she did not know what it was. The other girl walked in, looked over the room and the bed. “Is this where you plan to sleep?” Well, she supposed Anahel probably did n

Anahel blinked and smiled a little and said, “if they are alive, I will make sure that we find them and I will make sure to help them as I am trying to do with you Mirina.”

While Mirina was unlikely to ever completely forget about them, she did not see much good in overthinking about them, their fates. Though she could not really ignore Anahel either. Her face was still and silent. She would not intentionally disobey, but she had a hard time truly obeying too. She walked over to the bed, pulling the dirty blanket off. Evaluating the sheets under it. They would sleep together here, that was what she hoped for and believed at least. Though not on the sheets the way they were. “…If they are still alive, they are probably the same as me.” She said, imaging it more. Thinking especially of what her siste

Anahel frowned as she heard that response. It didn’t help at all. She sighed and approached the girl saying, “they may be gone… but you can’t just forget about them. You have to keep them in your heart. They are your precious family…” she told Mirina.

"..." His shotgun is kept up for a second, he even flinches and puts a finger on the trigger ready to fire it, but her speech stops him just in time. 'Imp not want to kill innocent' was a good enough signal for DOOMslayer to hold back on his instincts, at least for now. He lowered his weapon, lifting his arm up and resting it on his shoulder as he approaches. "..Hrmgh.." He only grunts, which should come off as a positive indication to her first question. He looked around, then to the ceiling at her since she was taller. That is when he sees her vagina quite literally staring him down. Her demonic body was strangely alluring but admittedly ev