" Surely you could break a rule and give a little help. Isn't breaking rules fun for demons any way?"
The man's smile faltered like he was suddenly upset. Did I say something wrong? I just want to get out of here.
Fallen, not demon. I'm less likely to help you if you insult me. Though I must admit this is fun. For a self-proclaimed Forgiven, you sure are a rule breaker.
His smile is back. It may be charming, but god do I hate it.
"I am sorry. That was out of line"
You're…forgiven. But still not a Forgiven. Ha-ha, get it?
A Forgiven. A Fallen. I have no idea what these terms mean. I know the act of them, but these "Fallen" are using them more as titles than actions.
"Not really, no. But surely you can at least bend the rules. This is Hell."
I'm starting to like you. But maybe that's not a good thing. For you any way. We will just be here even longer and I'll be amused. Let's keep playing this game!
"I'm positive you're a demon at this point. The only thing fallen about you is your ass"
I figured it out. He was once a glorious angel. The woman still typing away was, too. That's why they're so attractive. But now he is stuck with his opposite. Forced to join the enemy. Fallen. And being called what he hates insults him. His smile is gone again.
Language, Miss "I want to be a Forgiven". Changed my mind. I no longer wish to play. And while I should make you sit here and suffer, your presence is making my beautiful court ugly. Here is your hint. On the phone with your friend, you passed a young boy about your age…