demonic_divinity

Uprising

The paranoia is in bloom, the P-R, Transmissions will resume. They'll try to push drugs. That keep us all dumbed down and hope that. We will never see the truth around. Another promise, another scene, Another package lie to keep us trapped in greed. With all the green belts wrapped around our minds. And endless red tape to keep the truth confined.

They will not force us. They will stop degrading us. They will not control us.

We will be victorious

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demonic_divinity

Me too. Take care.

[ He spoke with a touch of feeling before disconnecting. Habits from talking to Kat would be harder to die. He rarely said goodbye on the phone, usually spoke a bit sharper in case anyone was near that might eavesdrop. He had rules, and some were ironed into him. He was sure she wouldn't think much of it but with his own thoughts drifting back to her throughout the day it was hard not to think of Kat.

When six came, a black non-descript car was waiting for her. The driver already had the address and if they spoke that was on them. They were just hired through an app, or who knows maybe it was accidentally a member of the order, who knew. She was driven through the city to the better parts of the city where demons attacked less often. When the car stopped the door was opened, not by some random person but, Vergil himself. in a lovely suit, his hair styled elegantly. The only off thing was the long coat he wore over his outfit but it was drizzling and the kind of fabric doesnt react well to it. ]

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes.

[ He spoke with the faintest smile... and yes, they were at a fancy boutique. A friend of a friend's wife owned it. Someone Vergil knew wouldn't open her mouth, someone who just wanted to see the moody man actually happy. ]