How often does this happen? [WIL]

[SEKTO]

The limo pulled up to the front of the hotel. Black and sleek, people could see their reflections in the metal. A man wearing a grey suit and shades got out of the car. He walked to the back and opened the door, letting an old gentleman in a black suit get out. "Thank you." The man stood up, he was a little taller than the average and with a thick frame. His valet nodded and closed the door. Sekto walked up to the door, his Valet pulling it open for him and standing aside as Sekto walked in. The Valet remained outside and closed the door as his employer walked up to the desk and spoke to the woman sitting by her computer. "I have a reservation here, Sekto." The woman looked at the computer and then back up to the man, her horn-rimmed glasses sliding down her nose a bit. "I thought you were supposed to have horns." She pulled the key out from under the desk. "Top floor, your luggage has already arrived, Mr. Sekto, enjoy your stay." He took the keys and smiled to the woman from under his beard. "Thank you."

He took the elevator, standing amongst a small group of people as they got off at their various floors. He checked his key, confirming his room number as the elevator finally stopped. It was empty save for him, he had ridden it further than anyone else. The door open and Sekto walked out onto the top floor, then down the hall, last door on the left. The room was beautiful as he walked in. He seemed to have just missed the attendant who had left his luggage neatly next to the bed. Two suitcases, clothes, toiletries, a few books... He put his own case down, a smaller briefcase containing his laptop, memos and documents, and a written copy of his speech for the conference. He walked over to the mini-bar and started to pour himself a glass of Bourbon, hearing something behind him...

[WIL]

Typical day in the United States where big business people or demons ruled the industry and typically there were the little people who worked for a living. It was quite common for a youngish angel female to stay out of the world of business and well anything to do with economy just because it was complicated and the fear of messing things up usually came to mind. But when it came to having a bit fun with one of the world’s largest business CEO then well that became another matter all on its own. Wil had figured out a way no to really get killed but to annoy a demon to the point of craziness in his own game. She was always the one to go after CEO of Setko- Co Mr. Setko himself, a demon. Though, last encounters ended a long time ago this time was a bit different she was told to go and well attempt to murder him for the sake of the angel’s as he was a big problem to them. In any case some angels were getting in the business industry and he was a threat to them. Sadly they put a girl who was already having so much fun annoying him on the case. Wil loved that about what she called to be her employers would do just make a killing in the business. Though, she was lucky that they wanted her to go after someone she knew wouldn’t fight her, and she couldn’t kill him that would be too much boredom in the road ahead. Once Wil received her mission she transformed the first time in a few weeks in to this well somewhat glorious angel.

Wil had gotten all her info of where this demon would be, though for her it was just to go annoy him to death it wasn’t an actual fight. She snuck into the hotel knowing that they wouldn’t just tell her where this important person was. Wil had learned the hard way a few years ago as she tracked down someone only to be turned down like she was some commoner or something like that. Willow had been around for centuries and she rarely would have been treated like anything else but an angel. Though, those ages she was happy to flaunt being an angel and strut around with her wings expanded out and flying around. She tailed the security people of his finding his room. She moved quickly before the door closed, finding her in the same room as him with only very few ways out of the room. Wil seen him pick up the class of bourbon and a little smirk came across her face. “You do know drinking is bad for you even if you are a demon creature.” She spoke with a little playful taunt to her voice. Willow stood in the dark corner so she wouldn’t be seen by him yet.

[SEKTO]

A familiar voice, Sekto smiled. Oh, this again. "I have had a good long time to build up my fortitude, my dear." His voice had a pleasant sound to it, despite its deepness. It sounded like crystal, elegant and beautiful but capable of cracking and baring rough, cruel shards and edges. Sekto sipped the cup slowly, savouring the taste as he savoured Wil's company. She seemed ready to judge and why not? The most important structure in Yajuu history was destroyed by the judgemental, the paranoid, the weak. Sekto set out another glass and looked over his shoulder. He didn't see where the voice was coming from but he knew there was someone there, and the gesture was to them though he couldn't find them.

"Bourbon? I also have brandy, rum, whiskey, a selection of wines..." It wasn't an assassination attempt, at least he hoped not. Sekto's security was spread thin and he was alone in this room, the only personnel watching his person were in a car outside and he wasn't ready to bet they'd make it up to his room in seconds flat. Yajuu were damn hard to hire and humans could only do so much... No, that's not true. Humans started the war, formed Iustus and lead to the formation of Cruor. Humans formed the resistance, who Sekto supplied with guns, provisions, medical supplies... Sekt Co. brand warfare for the side in the right, as far as he was concerned. The demon realized he had let his mind wander, then turned slightly, standing with his back inadvertantly to Wil but with his head facing the room, as if addressing her without looking at her. "You must be thirsty after all, and you seem ready for a civil discussion."

[WIL]

Wil smirked a bit as Sekto started speaking, she knew how this would end well more than likely end. Typically she could make him mad and he would go crazy. She figured though today would be a bit different than what use to do. She stepped forward out of the dark corner revealing her angel self-side. Wil hated when people knew her human side as it became a liability when she was out hunting demons or fighting off humans who well plain out were evil. “Hm… Interesting that you say that. Please for the sake of everything never say my dear again. Seriously Sekto you know how that sayin’ is so boring and dull.” Wil said with a distaste in her voice over one little saying. Willow had her moments where phrases bugged her. She hated being called dear because of the simple fact it is a saying that could mean she is claimed or owned by Sekto. In all actually reality she accepted this little odd relationship they had going with each other. By the relationship type was just the love hate relations they devolved over the last few centuries. She rolled her eyes at his offer of Liquor due to the fact she wasn’t one to drink. Though, in rare occasions just like anyone Wil found herself drinking among the humans. But of course the last time she picked up a drink such as heavy or close to what he was offering was during the American Revolutionary war. “No thank you though. I don’t drink anymore.” She said waiving it off as if it was nothing. Which, for her it wasn’t huge she learned quickly what happens when you get that stuff in your system. She became a killing machine… Well not literally more figuratively.


Wil ran her fingers around the walls a bit getting a feel for what was going on. She usually did this to know her escape if she can’t see, at least she could feel a bit. Her violet eyes focused on Sekto at the moment. “Please I am not thirsty. Civil discussion maybe in order for today but doubtful.” Wil spoke with such ease as she moved towards the couch of the room. She watched him closely not sure of what he was going to do. “You know why I am here don’t you Mr. Sekto?” She asked feeling that he may or may not know the truth behind her appearance. Though, there was never a reason to why the angel did anything other than she felt like doing it. She chose her side when the war among humans and Yajuu broke out. It was the decision that Wil would be working with the Cruor to well rid the world of what humans had done. There was always restraint to the murder Wil would commit, and she never killed any human who were innocent. Typically she would murder the guilty and the ones who’ve committed a great sin. Her mind focused on the task at hand whether or not she would toy a bit with Sekto or actually do what she was given. Naturally she was going with playing with his mind a bit. Wil moved and sat on the couch making herself a bit comfortable for all reality to come.

[SEKTO]

"I'm sure you know why I'm here don't you, Mr Sekto?" The words rattled in the demon's head. He swirled his cup a little, listening to the ice and glass ring whenever they touched. It was a reassuring sound at least. His eyes moved over the angel. Wil was probably going to irritate him and hope his resolve crumbled. She was cruel like that. Cruel Organization, Cruor, that was his conclusion. "You've come to inform me..." Sekto began, eyes not leaving Wil as he walked towards her, still holding the cup in one hand, his other hand now in his pocket. "...That you've come to apply to Sekt-Co as my personal assistant." He smiled, it was a strange mix of smugness and playfulness. He was outright lying, playing dumb, but having fun with it. She always had fun with him, why not the other way around?

The hotel room was quite posh, and had a degree of modern softness to it. It was a very human room, strong primary colours and contrasts. Dark red carpets, light cream walls, adjustable lights that cast strong shadows across the ceiling and helped make the black furniture stand out, either in shadows or catching the light. Blacks, reds and whites. The bed was the same, black frame, white sheets, red blanket. Sekto felt at ease in his human guise, surrounded by his human trappings... Wil put him off though, put that itch in the back of his mind that could never be scratched.