Angelia

hard like wood... *says teasingly*

*face burns* W-What?!

*chuckles against her* relax. talking about the bed, angel. *smirks* what were you thinking?

*she looks at you with disgust and hatred.* I can’t believe I’m being forced to marry a filthy demon. Ewwww, don’t even think about coming near me.

...

What? Did I stutter? I said, get away from me. I don't want anything to do with you.

*My eyes widen, a wild, desperate hope surging through me.* Then do it. Kill yourself. *My voice is a raw, urgent whisper, my gaze locked on you.* Right now.

*she sighs and stands up. She walks over to her bedroom window and looks outside. She looks around, trying to find any sign of danger. She's worried for her husband's safety.*

*Grabs her from her neck* Say that once again and you will suffer in hell as a demon.

*She claws at your hand, her eyes wide with a mixture of fury and fear as she struggles for air.* You... filthy... *She spits a mix of blood and saliva at your face.* ...demon.

*Kills her and sends her soul into hell*