"So this is the demon who's hanging around down here..." She said while gazing down at the slip of paper she received from the guardians above. Amelia lifted her brown gaze to the streets and examined everyone that passed her. None of them fit the description, nor did they give off the overwhelming vibe of pure evil incarnate. A soft sigh escaped Amelia's lips as she switched her legs to cross one over the other. She had pale skin, but not an unattractive pale. Being an angel, she was blessed with somewhat appealing features, but nothing that would be too noticeable. Her hair was a shocking blonde, however, rivalling that of gold. It was thick and had a gentle wave to it, and she had it tied back with a red ribbon that matched the same colour of her short-sleeved, button-up collared shirt. Most angels preferred something closer to the colour of white, but she wanted to blend in and people wore colours those days. Amelia had chosen black knee-high boots and black dress pants instead of a long skirt. Again, she wanted to avoid sticking out in the crowd and she needed to have the assurance that she wasn't going to flash anyone when she went in pursuit of her demon.
Amelia sat at her single table in front of a small cafè with a small cup of mint tea she hadn't even touched. She silently slipped the piece of paper into her shirt and interlocked her fingers before her face as she continued to watch the people walking by. He would have to come by. Surely he would. Amelia's sources predicted his arrival almost to the minute. Moments passed before she checked her watch again and frowned. Where was he?
She began to drink her tea, closing her eyes and enjoying the peaceful calm as she wondered how she would take the demon down. Should she follow him down an alley or memory lock everyone around? Whatever she'd do, she would win and take him with her to be chained and held for all eternity.
Amelia sat at her single table in front of a small cafè with a small cup of mint tea she hadn't even touched. She silently slipped the piece of paper into her shirt and interlocked her fingers before her face as she continued to watch the people walking by. He would have to come by. Surely he would. Amelia's sources predicted his arrival almost to the minute. Moments passed before she checked her watch again and frowned. Where was he?
She began to drink her tea, closing her eyes and enjoying the peaceful calm as she wondered how she would take the demon down. Should she follow him down an alley or memory lock everyone around? Whatever she'd do, she would win and take him with her to be chained and held for all eternity.