Thread: Purgatory Clash [Hahvy x Dark Times]

She balanced her wine glass on the coffee table before he could grab her by the shoulders. She didn't give any sign of a reaction as he held her in his vice grip before letting her go after saying something about her games. When she got shoved, she settled back into the chair with a small shrug, watching him pace like a tiger in a cage. She took her glass and sipped from it, feeling the taint mixed with all that innocence. It was so divine she almost offered him a sip, but kept it to herself instead. She sipped slowly from the glass, making sure to catch every drop as it hit her tongue. She wasn't going to be able to have another taste after this, so she was going to savor what she could. Soon, however, he was up in her face again and she had to set the glass down. He seemed damn determined to distract her from her treat. However, only bored amusement showed on her face as he questioned her. His rage was tangible and she swallowed it down like a tasty treat. She actually licked her lips. Now, now, dove. Calm yourself or you won't get any answers. Better yet... Soon, she was before him, her hand wrapping around his throat and lifting him off the ground. For her small size, it didn't seem like it would be possible, but as her eyes darkened, she revealed a little more of her ability. It wasn't long before she had him pinned to the floor and was squeezing his throat, nails pressing into his skin and leaving little burn marks from her nails. She didn't take kindly to being handled like a doll to be tossed and moved at someone else's leisure. Much less that of one of her charges. With a few whispered words, he was locked to the floor with invisible restraints and she removed her hand, settling back on her heels as she looked down at him with amusement clear on her face. Smoking her cigarette, she blew the smoke out slowly, listening to her clove cigarette crackle. My purpose is to keep stupid fuckers like yourself from blowing up this realm with your idiocy. I'm known as a Guardian - the only half-breed who can boast such a position. I keep the balance between the Angels, the Banished, the Damned. You name it, I keep them in check. Now, I'm not infallible, but I was designed to keep you in check - regardless of how bad ass you think you are. Down there, you may have been one crazy fucker, but up here, I'm in charge. If I wanted, I could devour you and completely erase you from existence, but that's not my job. She took a drag and let the smoke out slowly, watching his face for reactions as she adjusted her hat, keeping an eye on his emotions. He was very pissed, which she knew, but she wouldn't be cowed by his temper. She'd dealt with worse before. Taking another slow drag, she exhaled before she started to talk to him again. Hatter would not be happy if he didn't get the message. Now, you need to listen to me, dove. This world isn't just a play thing. Yes, some innocents like that girl are meant to be corrupted and eaten, but not all of them. A lot of the taint of this world is meant to be devoured as well, but there must always be a balance. I cannot touch innocents unless they have the barest hint of taint - that was part of my contract for being a Guardian. So I have limitations, just as you do. I will not go into detail about why the tainted are mine and so few of the innocents. Perhaps in time I shall. But you, boy, need to realize that I do not answer to you. With that, she pondered whether she should release the bonds that held him strapped down to the floor. She knew he would probably jump her as soon as she did and she was itching for a chance to punch him or harm him in some way. He kept interrupting her drinking and that wasn't to be tolerated. She was only allowed one drink every month and this was her first in quite a good while. So with another drag, she released her control over his body and waited for the backlash.