Beemare666
Beemare666 t1_ja2cbst wrote
“Bloody hell,” I stared at the sight before me, gesturing like a madman in irritation, “first demons, now bloody angels. Is there a kick me sign on my back or somethin’?”
There stood a man, whose name I hadn’t cared to learn, right in front of me. The poor sod somehow got caught between divine intervention and ended up getting possessed by a rogue Angel. And thanks to my bloody luck, I had to be the one to deal with this mess.
“Angel,” I call out to the being on our mortal plane, “state your business in this man’s body, and I may just make the pain merciful.”
I wanted this to be over with, exorcisms were not my favourite past time. Especially dealing will Angels.
The Angel only stares at me through the man’s eyes as they approached me, “My business does not concern you, human. Leave.” The Angel’s steps continued, circling me, mocking me, “You think yourself a warlock?”
I grabbed a lighter from my pocket, flicking it, “What I think doesn’t concern you, mate. I’m here to rid this man of you so I get my pay.”
The Angel’s steps stopped, eyes observing me with a new interest. Curiosity. “You care not this human’s life? You care only of your reward?”
“Never met the man in my life, so no, I don’t particularly care for his life.” I turned and walked right up to the bugger, staring them in the eyes they didn’t own, “But I won’t let any of you bloody Angels harm us humans in one of your petty squabbles.
“You’re different from the others.” The Angel mused, “You’re much like your ancestors.”
Well. This just got interesting.
Beemare666 t1_ja6j8sz wrote
Reply to [WP] Demons escaping hell and creating businesses on Earth is more common than you’d think. Most create bars, casinos, and other dens of sin. You were different. You were tired of sin. You built as 50’s style ice cream parlour. by HonestAbe1809
An Angel was on my tail, i knew it from the start of the day. They were surely wanting to shut down my business, probably expecting it to be like all the other demons; casinos, bars. But my business was not created of sin, only passion. For ice cream.
This Angel was in for a shock when they would soon come to realise my business was not like any other demon’s.
I wanted to share the delicacy that is flavoured frozen cream to the rest of Queens. It was good business, it seemed to be a fan favourite, and was rather successful. We cared about our customers and their input, we had options for all intolerances and allergies, and plenty of alcoholic ice creams for the adults.
I saw the shock in the Angel’s eyes as they looked up at the sign that hung over the building. Stanley’s Ice-Creamery. I smiled when i heard the little bell ring, and as the Angel walked in, I welcomed them.
“What flavour would you like, dear?”