/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

GLORY TO THE IMMORTAL GOD-EMPEROR

Only a Loyal soul can claim that hole.

>>327498

>hugging together in public

How can you be so indecent! There are children who could be watching! Imagine what seeing such a thing could do to their young and impressionable minds! Next thing you know handholding will be considered acceptable behavior!

>>327498

>Hand Holding

Can you even try thinking without your dick you fucking decadent manslut?

>be me

>Valkyrie

>It's a full moon, so scouting the perimeter

>Fly over Hero's window

>Hear sobbing

>what

>Spy through the window

>i-its not wrong, it's for his own good! The chief god would want me to do that! She sent me to him to help him!

>See him clutching and sobbing into his pillow

>Last week, the group had been in battle

>I got held up, and a Demon got a hold of Hero

>He was falling rapidly into her mind control, but I was able to break the spell before she could taint him

>I also took great pleasure as I made her scream with my sword and white stuff (you'd call it magic, it's not.)

>Quickly drove off the infidels

>Checked up on Hero

>He was a bit dazed and drooling at the time, but he recovered well

>I never knew what the spell had done to him

>Clearly it was causing him pain

>I cannot stand for this! I am the chosen to help Hero!

>I must help him!

More?

>>327560

Are her eyes closed or just almost shut as if she is smugly looking at you?

>>327553

>Call out to Hero during the training session next day

>"Hero, are you alright?"

>He looks a bit surprised

>"Yeah, I am. Why do you ask?"

>"I just thought you were having some bad thoughts."

>Hero looks me dead in the eye

>"I don't. Now, I need to get back to my training and you better do the same."

>Observe his movements

>He seems….off

>Is he associating with demons?

>No, I would have seen the corruption around him

>He's just in a bad mood

>But why? I don't know

>Maybe I should

>Challenge Hero to a duel

>He accepts

>Start with some simple sword strikes

>He parries and dodges them

>He's not as strong as me, but makes up for it with speed and skill

>So I need to overpower him fast

>Quickly caatch his blade

>Begin forcing him down

>"So, I saw you crying yesterday."

>His eyes widen in shock and surprise

>He quickly escapes and backs away, but not without a scratch on his arm

>"What was that about, Hero?"

>Hero's muscles stiffen

>"Its nothing you would understand."

>He comes at me

>The fool's angry. He's going for direct confrontation!

>"So, What is it? Why were you upset?"

>"I already told you, Its none of your business!"

>"Tell me, Hero. Do you wish to fornicate with the hellspawn?"

>Hero seems to get angrier

>His sword strikes are getting fiercer

>"Have you been having thoughts?"

>"NO, I HAVEN'T!"

>Now he's getting reckless

>Quickly feint a hit and trip him

>I got him pinned

>"Tell me the truth. Now."

>Hero looks at me, eyes filled with anger

>He takes a deeep breath, before conceding

>"So why were you upset?"

>"I want to go home."

>So he's homesick? Big deal.

>Still, I have to be stern with him

>I can't let this continue

>"Well, I expect you to brush it off and focus at the battle at hand, understood? Your next enemy may not be as merciful as me."

>"Tell me something. If I got corrupted, would you lift your blade against me?"

>Wut

>That came out of nowhere

>"Simple question, simple answer. Yes or No?"

>"I-I guess I would. That's what the Chief god would want. But don't worry, I'm su-"

>"I figured"

>He gets up, and dusts himself off and starts to walk away

>"Hero!'

>He stops

>"I know forget your allegiance to the chief god. And know that I won't forget mine. It comes before all others."

>He simply glares at me

>"Understood"

>He proceeds to walk away

I'll write another part, if you want and possibly a perspective switch later.

>>327574

Shit, that line reads

>"I know you wont forget your allegiance to the chief god. And know that I won't forget mine. It comes before all others."

Sorry for the typo

I know it's been a while, but does anyone still have that "Stalker Angel" story back during the stalker thread? Archive or Pastebin would be nice.

>>327613

Is it the one where the angel is a chuunibyou?

Cuz it's on TFT: touchfluffytail.org/?story=guardian-angel

>>327616

>touchfluffytail.org/?story=guardian-angel

Yep this is the one thanks.

>>327498

Anyone have that pic with an angel and a hellhound and her daughter, and the hellpup complements the angel, and the angel asks if the hellpup is the hellhound's daughter and the hellhound says I don't know anymore

Needs more serene cosmic lamia Seraphim, stately office lady Dominions, adrenaline junkie Cherubim, and humble, servile Thrones.

>>327722

It's funny, that's arguably the most rebellious thing a hellhound can be to her mother: a polite, respectful child who doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, and waits until after the wedding to have sex with her husband, instead of letting the sex itself be the wedding

>>327723

Can a nice good monster girl be redeemed and is it possible to purify monster into a human? I think bad girls gone good would be number one fetish amongst paladins.

>>327722

That's just adorable

>>327715

Correction, adrenaline junkie Ophanim. They're the wheel-angels, you'll recall. Also, amazonian and hideously strong Powers. There are all sorts of things you could do with the Angelic Hierarchy, and I rarely see it done.

>>327715

>>327740

…Shit, I really want to see/do this, but I should probably work on my other backburnered projects first.

>>327800

Before you do that, dubsman, how would you go about "doing" this?

DOMINIONS, the VIRTUES, and the POWERS.

>The DOMINIONS are so named because, being themselves free, they dominate over the rest of the angels which follow behind them. Having abandoned servile fear, as St Dionysius the Aeropagite says, they voluntarily and with joy serve God unceasingly. Also they send down power for prudent governing and wise management to authorities on the earth set up by God. Further they teach how to control the senses, how to subdue in oneself dissolute desires and passions, how to enslave the flesh to the spirit, and how to rule over one’s will and be above all temptations.

>The VIRTUES, [the usual translation of the name of this order of angels as “virtues” is readily misleading if the old meaning of the word “virtue” as “power” or “force”, especially as regards to divine beings (cf Oxford English Dictionary), is not remembered. Note of translator.] filled with divine strength, quickly fulfill the will of the All-High and Omnipotent Lord, strong and powerful. They both work very great miracles and send down the grace of miracle-working to God’s saints, who are worthy of such grace, in order that these may work miracles, such as heal every sickness and foretell the future. The holy virtues also help people laboring and those overburdened by the bearing of an obedience placed on them by someone – by which their names “virtues” is explained – and they bear the infirmities of the weak. They also strengthen every man in patience, so that he does not faint away in affliction but rather bears all misfortune with a strong spirit, courageously, and with humility, giving thanks for everything to God, arranging all for our benefit.

>The POWERS are so called because they have power over the devil, in order to restrain the power of the demons, to repulse the temptations brought upon people by them, and to prevent the demons from harming anyone to the degree that they would wish. The powers strengthen the good ascetics in spiritual struggles and labors, protecting them so that they may not be deprived of the spiritual kingdom. They help those wrestling with passions and vices to cast out evil thoughts and slanders of the enemy and to conquer the devil.

>>328000

I always wondered why a floating Jellyfish wanted to be a human so bad. Regardless I like to imagine a funny scenario happening in the MGE World where a male monster managed to conveniently turn into a human male before the Demon Lord casts her monster girl spell.

>>328013

>Regardless I like to imagine a funny scenario happening in the MGE World where a male monster managed to conveniently turn into a human male before the Demon Lord casts her monster girl spell.

I like to think that really powerful monsters (old dragons, vampire lords, etc.) resisted the genderbend spell and stayed like they were.

I don't like the idea of dragon waifu having a 3/4 chance of once being a guy.

>>328006

>>328012

This isn't a lore thread

>>328012

>Beelzebub outranked Satan when they were still angels

Interesting.

>>328036

It's still interesting. Not to mention it's the cultural and theistic origins of modern MG fluff. I'd say that's pretty relevant to this board as a whole.

>>328036

No, but I thought it appropriate to at least try getting characterization fuel for the new order ranks of angelic MGs. Off the top of my head, all I remember from KC's entry is "I'm naive and easily corruptible, wooooo~" and that's just lukewarm.

>>328044

It was. But OP just wanted to add a different pic of a valkyrie.

>>328016

I like to headcanon in the idea that most of the "superior" monsters were asexual, like, most aren't living creatures, they're closer to incarnations of ideas and elements, (even including Dragons who pretty much are born from the very power of the world but still lay eggs or fuck whatever they damn well please when they got bored of their current body).

On the other hand, some races known for their "social" aspects did reproduce sexually, see elves, goblins and others. (Whose males prolly got brainwashed by the Lilim's power).

Then you had some strictly single gender species, like harpies and mermaids and it gets very confusing and kinda /chaos/.

>>328049

>naive and easily corruptible

I think "angry about heretics" would be better

>>328016

>implying their gross male forms were not annihilated and their souls were recycled and reincarnated into female bodies

>>328052

>just wanted to add

Anon, you can't edit your own posts, let alone add pics to them.

>Be me

>13

>Used to go to church every sunday since first communion.

>Would go with 100% Completely normal human childhood friend that is a girl named Angela.

>Always excited to go with me to church, wouldn't miss a week with it.

>We'd always play at the clean candlestand because we thought that fire was cool, and the bread we get from the priest is a good snack.

>She and her human family would also visit every christmas and we eat and play together.

>One day stop going to church because of growing out of it.

>Felt bored, and needed more time for school work.

>Friend is also curious and sad that I'm not coming, tends to visit.

>Felt like we grew apart, being tired from work.

>Friend pretty much disappeared from my life after some time.

>Fast forward to 24 year old me

>Visit hometown after not seeing it in a long time, finished with uni.

>Felt nostalgic, visit old friends and places

>Decide to go to an old yet familiar church

>Church is looking now a bit older, a bit run-down.

>Grafitti, broken glass, some molding wood, etc.

>Funding to take care of this place has gone down obviously, but it was still in use.

>Go inside, no one is there.

>Next sermon is in 5 hours from now, so decide to tour the place.

>Go see the old candles near the preacher's podium.

>Melted wax everywhere, the iron is rusted, and floor is a bit dusty, but it looks like it's swept at a schedule.

>The bag that held the candles was torn open, andstill had 4 left in them.

>The metal donation box seemed corroded with holes though, and looks like it's been empty for years.

>Rub face after a big sigh

>Grab a candle, light it with my zippo, and silently slide a 20 bill to the donation box.

>Literally stood in silence for about 20 secs after placing the candle on an empty stall.

>Just wanted to get out of this place, creepy as hell.

>"E-excuse me, sermons aren't until-" said a voice behind me.

>Literally as I turn, I see my old friend who pretty much disappeared in my life, Angela, wearing a longdress and carrying a broom.

>The moment she saw me, she dropped everything, even her jaw.

>"A-Anon?"

>"Angela? Hey, long time no see!" I greeted-

>And are those wings?

>What's that shiny lightbulb floating on her hea-

>OOOOHHHH.

>>333146

you can't stop now

>>333146

Please go on

>>333146

>Angela put her hands on her mouth, as her face turned beet-red

>"Anon! I-I didn't expect to see you here."

>"And I didn't expect to see you being, uh…"

>"Oh, these?" pointed Angela to her wings. "I've always had them for years now!"

>I just kept staring at her in disbelief.

>"I… uh… hope you don't find them… weird." she continued, playing with her fingers.

>"N-NO! It just surprised me, that's all. I just, didn't know you were… you know."

>"I-It's not unnatural!" she bursted. "M-my mom, er, she's one too. You know, being an angel, and all."

>"No, I mean, why didn't I see them before?"

>"OH! Er, like dad said, I was a late bloomer… and, well… Here I am, I guess…"

>"And your mom is…"

>"She, uh, didn't want to flaunt that much when she met dad. OK?"

>I sighed, giving up in what happened in the past.

>"Anyway, Angela, it's good to see you again."

>She blushed for a bit, turning her head from me.

>"Y-you too, Anon."

>"It's still funny that, despite being friends since we were 5, after not seeing each other for 7 years, the first words you ever tell me were 'Please do something else than stay here because we have nothing planned till-'"

>"S-STOP! Anon!" She yelled, still red as ever.

>"Sorry." I grinned. "Just thought it was funny 'is all."

>"So, what brings you here after disappearing for a long time?"

>"I don't know, I just got busy. School and Uni work is tiring to be honest."

>"And not even a call? Message? Telling me about what you're up to?" She frowned a bit.

>"Look, I was dealing with a lot of things, and I'm sorry. Ok?"

>She sighed, picking up her broom again with a smile. “All is forgiven, my brother.”

>”Brother?”

>”N-NO! NOT THAT I MEAN YOU ARE MY BROTHER OR ANYTHING! IT’S JUST CHURCH TALK! I-I MEAN, I’M HAPPY YOU’RE NOT MY BROTHER AND- NOT THAT YOU WOULDN’T BE A GREAT SIBLING- J-JUST THAT IT’D BE WEIRD AND ALL AND-”

>She stopped mid-rant. Her eyes out of focus like she just realized something. She took a deep breath, collected herself, and looked at me with confidence like what just happened never happened.

>”So what’re you here for, Anon?”

>”Just touring. Finished with my stuff overseas and felt like I should visit this church for old time’s sake”

>”Oh really? So tell me,” she smiled, continuing to broom. “what brought you back here? I understand wanting to visit friends and family, but this old church? I haven’t seen you enter this place in years.”

>”Oh really?” I grin “Do you keep a track record of who enters this place?”

>”No, my grandfather did before he-” She stopped herself, looking away from me and swept harder.

>”Oh… I’m, uh, sorry about that.”

>”It’s ok, Anon. You didn’t know.”

>”Speaking of, what happened to this church? I was pretty sure that the last time I was here, things didn’t look so, you know, run down?”

>”Shush, Anon. It’s not ‘Run Down’! The family’s just helping it get by with all the donations is all.”

>”You literally have a donation box that looks like it hasn’t been open for years.”

>”W-well, that’s because it hasn’t.”

>”I’m guessing you guys still do charity runs, but, you know. For yourself?”

>”Well, Anon. Those things are for charity. Hence the name. The church won’t need them that much, but we get by. You just need a little faith in it. That’s all.”

>”Faith?”

>”Yeah, you gotta hope for a brighter future ahead of you. So, aside from criticizing this church, what else did you have in mind.”

>”Well, to be honest, I wouldn’t mind a tour in this church, maybe catch up on what I missed for old time’s sake.”

>”Oh! Well, if you want a tour now, I’m sure you can do it on your ow-”

>”I was thinking you’d guide me.”

>”M-Me?” she said, turning red again.

>”Why not? Haven’t seen each other in a long time. This’d be a great way for us to catch up.”

>She stood still, thinking for a bit.

>”I mean” she said “I can tour you later. But I have to finish my last sermon first. Are you OK with that?”

>”Sure thing.” I chuckled. “I think I’ll stay and join the last sermon just for you.”

>”You will!?” she perked up, wings slowly fluttering and halo glowing brighter.

>”Why not?”

>She jumped, and out of nowhere, gave me a hug, saying “Thank you!” constantly.

>It felt a bit awkward that she held me for a couple of seconds before she snapped out of it and cleared her throat.

>”So, uh…” she continued “see you in a few hours?”

>”Yep. Few hours in the next sermon. Are you free after that too?”

>”Y-yes.”

>”Perfect!” I said, waving as I left, “See you then! Also, you might wanna check the donation box.”

>”Why?”

>”Maybe there’s enough faith there for god to send a message. Maybe a small step to a better future.”

>All I remember as I left the church’s district was hearing a loud gasp and squeal.

>All that for a 20.

Hope you guys are liking this so far. If not, I'll just scrap it altogether if you want..

>>334320

>After seeing some old friends and drinking a bit until 5, decide to head back to the church early.

>Evening came, and sermons are starting.

>Sat all the way in the back, watching it begin.

>The church was half-empty. And in just a pessimistic side of things. All the benches in the front rows have around 1-3 people on them, each, and the back was barely sat.

>Hey, check it out. Angela's dad is the preacher now.

>I wonder what happened to the old-

>Nevermind.

>He continued talking, did some prayers. I joined in. Don't think he recognized me.

>And then came the part where we all sang along with the choir.

>And there she was.

>A blonde, blue-eyed angel, among the churches choir, her halo still there, but wings disappeared.

>They were a pretty small choir, with only 7 in total. Some were angels themselves, some weren't

>But when I saw Angela again, something took over me.

>Her voice stood out when the choir began. I recognized it, as it was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.

>Her voice was amazing. It was like you could fly and walk on clouds. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was a siren.

>And then she saw me, and when she smiled, it was like the most beautiful thing ever seen. Her smile was brighter than her halo, to the point that it may as well be the last thing I want to see.

>Goddamn I wanted to hear her again when when everything was over.

>We finished with a prayer, as a room with, at most 30 people gave their respects and left.

>I stayed behind and approached Angela, as she was with her friends, undressing from her choir robe.

>Good thing she has those clothes underneath.

>They really show of her curves.

>Did she always hips like that?

>Holy hell, when did she have such an amazing ches-

>”Anon?”

>”Huh?”

>”Anon, are you ready for the tour?” said Angela.

>”Tour? Oh, yeah!”

>Some of the choir began whispering and giggling as I approached.

>”Oh, Angela, I didn’t know you could sing.”

>”Well, I DO like to do my part here, after all. Helping dad is like a bonus to me.”

>”Ha, yeah. I guess I should probably pay him a visit too.”

>”Speaking of-”

>Angela turns and waves at her father, makes hand gestures and points to me.

>He smiled and waved back, but kept eye-contact with me, almost like a paralyzing glare.

>I could only wave softly in return.

>”Now then, Anon. Let’s take a tour down memory lane.”

>”Only if you don’t pull me by the collar and cry when you bump something like last time.”

>Some of the angelic choir were laughing and snorting.

>”S-SHUSH YOURSELF!” Blurted Angela so quickly. “WE WERE KIDS!”

>”Just saying, you brought up memory lane.”

>”It was just to lighten the mood! Okay?”

>”The mood seems light enough already.”

>”Are we going or not?”

>”Lead the way, mother superior.”

>”Just Sister! And DON’T even think about it in another way!” she yelled, as she stamped away from her snickering group.

>>334555

Don’t scrap this. Keep it going dude, I’m enjoying this.

>>334555

>The tour down memory lane was fantastic.

>We went all around the church and looked back on all the things we did together when we were younger.

>There were some parts of the church that were in a way ruined beyond recognition, but we focused on the good parts nontheless.

>”A-And remember when we made farting noises near the confessionary booth? Father Peter never caught on.” Angela giggled

>”Haha, yeah. I couldn’t believe he thought those were his.”

>The booth, once brown, waxed, shiny, sealed and hinged, sometimes a bit dusty was now blackened, vandalized, with torn windows, filled with mold, and creaky wood.

>As we both stared, Angela took a deep breath, then clapped her hands together.

>”Well now.” she said, looking at me with a smile. “That was the end of our tour. I hope you like it, and any donations given will be gladly accepted!”

>I smiled a bit too, but soon, it dropped, leading me to pull out my wallet.

>Angela stopped me. “N-no no, Anon. You don’t have to give if you can’t. You might need that money to eat, or to take a cab back home, or-”

>”Angela, I have a car. I’m staying over my parent’s place for now. And this is fine.”

>”Anon, look, I just have to say those things at the end of a tour. No-one actually does it.”

>”Yeah, I can see that.” I say, pulling out a 100 bill, folding it, then passing it to an angel who refused charity.

>”Anon, I thank you, but it’s fine. You already-”

>”Angela, do you care about this church?”

>”Y-yes, but-”

>”Then you should know very well, that this place is in NO condition to refuse a donation or two…”

>”W-well, it’s a bit shame-”

>“Angela. If you cared about this church as much as I would, then you’d do whatever you can to keep it.”

>She nodded, hesitantly taking the bill and looking away from me.

>”Come on,” I said, guiding her to a nearby bench. “There’s a lot I want to talk about.”

>”Fine,” she followed. “you were out of the loop, and I think it’s the right thing for you to catch up on the past few years.”

>”Can you at least promise to tell me everything?”

>”And why should I?”

>”For old time’s sake, and it’d help us find a solution faster.”

>”Fine.”

>>334956

keep going, it's good

>>334956

>”So,” I said, leaning back “Where do I start?”

>”Maybe, by telling me where you’ve been for the past few years? People don’t just up and vanish for almost a decade, then reappear in an instant.”

>”Ok.” I smiled. “So, remember in high school, it seemed like I began to distance myself from you?”

>”Yeah, and without telling me. It was like you didn’t want to see me again.”

>”Yeah, my fault. I should’ve said something.”

>”Ignoring my calls, not letting me visit you, not even telling me beforehand that you went home ahead, I was waiting for you so we would walk home together for weeks.”

>”I know. I’m an assh-”

>”Language, Anon. This is a church.”

>“-jerk for not saying I went ahead home. I’m a jerk for not talking to you. And I’m an even bigger jerk for disappearing from your life without saying anything. I didn’t know what was on my mind that time.”

>”I was hurt, Anon. I thought- I felt like you hated me.” she began to tear a bit.

>”I never did. I just had a lot of things in my mind that it felt overwhelming.”

>”Like what? I thought we were friends. If you had anything on your mind, you knew I had no problem helping you out.”

>“I wasn’t thinking right back then. Ok? A lot went on my mind, I grew a bit bitter to everyone, and I had to focus on school and college. Didn’t want to make mom and dad disappointed in me. You know?“

>She sighed “The least you could do was not keep me in the dark.”

>”I know, and again. I was a jerk, and I’m sorry. I promise to make it up to you.”

>”Promise?” she smiled.

>”Won’t go back on it!”

>”Good!” she cheered, leaning back on the bench.

>We laughed and chatted about our life and experiences, seeing how we changed over time. I told her about graduating at a far city, and she told me about how she finished at a local college and went straight for churchwork.

>Turns out, a lot of her hasn’t change since I dropped contact with her. She still has some of her same interests in mind, and she didn’t forget mine either.

>If I didn’t know any better, I’d say neither of us really grew up.

>”Alright!” I finish up. “Now that’s over, I’m the one asking.”

>”’Suppose it seems fair.”

>”What happened to this place? It was not this broken and gone last time I was here.”

>”Anon, do you want a long-or short version of it?” she said in a serious tone

>”Both.”

>”Short version; there isn’t enough money to keep this place prim and proper, but we get by with our own. Long version; Since grandfather passed away, we had to take care of it, but we didn’t have any more funds to do so. Usually, when the church gets donations, we give them to the cause we focus on.”

>”And none for yourself? You never did any charity run?”

>“Well, we tried.” She said, looking at me. “We had fundraisers to help maintain this place. The property itself is expensive enough, and we have enough spare money to keep it. But costs for renovations and general maintenance is… well… I’d rather not say.”

>“So you have enough to keep the place, but not enough to give it a proper spit-shine?”

>”I know, it’s shameful Anon. Go ahead, tear my wings while you’re at it. God knows I deserve it.” she said, looking at a glass pane, tearing up. “We tried to show awareness and had many times we asked for donations. But no-one bothered.”

>”But why?”

>”I don’t know, Anon. We’ve handed out fliers, posters and other adverts everywhere. I’m ashamed to say that we resorted to begging, but I know to put my pride away for the greater good.”

>>336067

>”Angela, you said something about having enough extra to support this church, right?”

>”Right?”

>”What exactly do you mean? Don’t tell me you don’t have money for yourself by the end of the week.”

>”Oh, Anon. Don’t you get it? This church means everything to me. To us. To mom and dad. We had this place passed down from generations for who knows how long.”

>”Honestly, for an old place like this to be passed down, it sure got desecrated and ruined quick.”

>”Anon, that’s not funny.”

>”I’m just saying. Don’t you think it’s better to just cut your losses? I remember you walking home when we were younger because you all couldn’t afford private transport. And you’d be very eager if you got to ride home with me. I know you like car rides and all, feeling a bit of ‘Luxury’ here and there.”

>”Anon, that’s not it at all.”

>”Then why do you keep this place if it’s going to just be a financial burden?”

>”I’m disappointed, Anon. It’s like you forgot what it means to have sentimental value.”

>”Is it really worth it?”

>”Sometimes, Anon, it’s good to have at least a little bit of faith. Something that will keep you pushing and happy for a new day tomorrow. Don’t you remember how happy YOU were when we would go to church all the time?”

>”That wasn’t the reason at all.”

>”Oh?” she said, looking back at me with a grin. “Then why DID you want to go to church back then? And why are YOU so concerned about this pla-”

>”It’s not what you think! I just felt nostalgic about coming back here, and I get concerned when someone… uh… financially hinders themselves. Ok?”

>”Sure, Anon. Sure.” she said, standing up. “Besides, I think I’ve had enough with this topic.”

>”Yeah, it’s getting quite depressing.” I said standing up as well.

>”So, aside from visiting this place, what else did you have planned?”

>”Me? Pfft, eat, head home, have a nice nap, wake up, the usual.”

>”So since I’m guessing you’re just visitin-”

>”Not sure about that.”

>”… do you have any plans for tomorrow evening? I get of church at 4, with father’s permission, of course. It’d be a good way for us to catch up on what we’ve missed.”

>(Not really CYOA but.)

Yes?

No?

>>336070

Anon you darn well what is going to be chosen.

>>336070

Yes. Go out with the cute angel childhood friend, treat her to a huge buffet and a long walk through the park, make her feel special.

(Also where’s all the government and private funding for said church? Unless if the DL rescinded tax laws on places of worship they should have a little bit to work with. Not a critique, I’m loving the story, I’m just asking because my moms been doing this with her church (sadly no Angel childhood friend to help) which has a little over 30 members and is rapidly dying over the past five years.)

>>336070

No anon let the angel be non lewd .

…ah who am I kidding go for it!

>>336080

The Angel should be non lewd until marriage, when she gets really lewd

>>336080

>>336089

>All this talk about lewding.

>They literally just met today after being out of touch for almost a decade.

Shame on you Anons, keep your head out of the filth.

Idea:

>Angel hired to be a man's body guard.

>Go everywhere with him, even demanding she join him in the bathroom to be sure.

>She's the only one able to warn off any chaos girls and demons/succubi.

>She goes so far to say that they should sleep together in the same room and the same bed, much to his objection.

>Demanding to follow him even in private meetings.

>Also demands to cook/clean for him to make sure no one poisons the food/leaves spyware.

>Surprisingly takes no money as payment.

>Makes your Demon/Tanuki/Lilim business partners uneasy.

>Constantly wants to "keep you pure" whatever that means

>Wants to be refered to as Bodyguardian Angel.

>>336858

Couldn't she at least keep the tail?

>>336858

Is that all or are you holding back the sauce?

>>336879

boku no google reverse search

>>336879

>what is a filename

>>336076

>Also where’s all the government and private funding for said church?

will give more detail when story goes on.

No music because I can't find the original and 8ch won't let me upload an MP4/MP3.

>>336070

>3 o'clock, and I'm still getting ready.

>Bit my nails for a bit, constantly checking which clothes I'm gonna wear.

>"For god's sakes, man. It's just going to be a monday afternoon. Go casual and go walk in a park or something." said Demius, an old friend of mine who never broke contact with me. "Look, you two knew each other for, who knows how long. Just play it naturally, and who knows how it hits off."

>"We're not going on a date, ok? It's just, me getting to know her better and catching up on what we missed."

>"Yeah, and I promise you next week's date will see if you make it official or not." he chuckled.

>"Not a date."

>"Whatever, dude. Just put on some jeans, good shoes, white undershirt, a shirt, maybe a jacket in case-"

>"In case of what?"

>He just looked at me, smiled with an eyebrow raised. "You sound like a woman."

>"Shut up, I don't see you preparing for a meet-up with a friend."

>"Seems like a really special friend for you to put so much effort in this. Come on, she's an angel. Literally. I'm sure she's willing to look past anything wrong if you pray hard enough."

>"Then what the hell could go wrong?" I said, changing my clothes.

>"Everything." He said, heading out.

>"Go fuck yourself."

>"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, my girlfriend wants me to come home soon. She wants to blow of some steam with me after a long day."

>"Self-made milkshakes?"

>"Hey, just because I love cows, doesn't mean I'm going to NOT use their assets. You go enjoy your date."

>"Not a date!"

>3:59, waiting outside the church. Jacket, checkered shirt, brought a bag, hoped it wasn't too casual.

>4:03, and she's not coming out. Did I say something wrong last time? Maybe she's sick, or maybe she had oth-

>"Anon! Over here!" she yelled, waving her hand at me as she exited the church.

>"Angela!" I greeted with arms wide and a hug.

>Her halo and wings really stood out. Still no clue how she puts on her turtleneck sweater though. Seems like a perfect fit on her.

>"So what's our plan?" she asked, letting go.

>"I was thinking we go for a picnic at the park, chatting, see how it goes. And after that, maybe have dinner?"

>"That sounds perfect, Anon. I could go for something nice before night falls."

>We chatted as we arrived at the park, catching up a bit more, and seeing what happened to the community.

>I told her that I‘m a fresh graduate, but am looking for a job at a local company, having a good marketing degree after all.

>“So, you‘re basically unemployed?“ she giggled as I layed down the mat.

>“Well give me a break, I arrived a few days ago, remember? I‘m still applying.“

>“I‘m happy you have your goals set so far, Anon. So you‘re staying here for good?“

>“Pretty much.“

>“What brought you back?“

>“Honestly, something was pulling me here. I guess you can get me out of home, but you can‘t get home out of me. I just missed the place and wanted to see old friends again.“

>“That‘s good to hear. What did you pack?“

>“Oh, just some sandwhiches, Jerky, coldcuts, mayo, fruits, anything I could pack.“

>“Sheesh, Anon. At the very least you should have learned from your girlfriend how to make different things to eat, especially on a picnic.“ said Angela, taking her pick

>“Girlfriend?“

>“Didn‘t… you have a girlfriend?“

>“Nope. I know, I know, anti-social, and no time too.“

>“… oh…“ she said visibly shifting positions.

>I don‘t know if it was from the lighting, but I swear it looked like her halo was glowing brighter.

>“Yeah, go ahead nd laugh it up.“

>“N-no, it‘s not a laughing matter. I was just curious. I-I mean, I don‘t have one too. A boyfriend, that is- I didn‘t mean to embarass you like that.“

>“You swear?“

>“Would an angel lie?“ she said with a smile

>>337417

You're making me want to go to church tomorrow, which I will probably do and then be disappointed due to them going muh poor refugees as always and then I'll hate myself.

Continue please.

>>337466

Do it for her, Anon.

Do it for your angel waifu, tell the priest you hope to fall in love with an angel one day, see their smile.

But burn those heretics that go all "M-muh refugees. Dey r leik us 2". An angel is at least smart enough to know when a 'Religion' is just neandrethalic in disguise.

>>337466

Just don't go to liberal churches

>>337508

Haha I'm german kill me.

I'm a reader and we also read the intercessions, for some of them it takes a lot to not just groan infront of the entire church.

Actually my local church doesn't have a sermon tomorrow, but a nearby cathedral does. Guess that'll do.

>>337586

Too bad the sequel was NTR-related.

>>337509

Go to more catholic churches.

The ones that look at "Muh Religion of peace" with disdain.

Maybe then it's the only way to get your angel waifu.

>>337592

WHAT

>>337600

It was more of a spiritual sequel and was about the girl on the right in >>337586 but yeah, it was a cuckqueaning thing where a dollgirl steals a guy away from his girlfriend and sorta hypnotizes her to be okay with it, if I remember right.

>>337604

I didn't get an NTR feel from it at all, but I guess I could see that. The doll girl outright stole him from the woman he had just started dating, though. She used some kind of magic to erase her memory of the guy and doll girl, or something like that. I felt like that was an "All is fair in love and war" kind of thing than NTR.

>>337608

>I felt like that was an "All is fair in love and war" kind of thing than NTR.

Anon, I'm sorry to report you're an NTR enthusiast.

>>337610

I really am not. Cuckolding is disgusting. But we may be thinking of different things here. When I think of NTR I envision a white guy crying while he masturbates to his wife getting fucked by a huge black guy. I'm not sure what it means to you.

>>337604

>a dollgirl steals a guy away from his girlfriend and sorta hypnotizes her to be okay with it

>>337608

>>337610

>>337612

Having seen it, can confirm that that particular piece is reverse NTR and that reverse NTR is still NTR.

t. /cuckquean/ :^)

>>337417

I know this is a slow thread on a slow board, but please continue! I need more D'AWWW in my life.

>>337621

>day of the rape arrives

>mamono pour through portals and claim husbandos

>gynarchy goes ballistic as proud womyn who don’t need no man assert that the unpartnered men still somehow belong to them because reasons

>but not me

>find succubutt kyaaing over all the potential husbandos and beg her to monsterise me

>she’s surprised but outlines a few options, some of which are lewder than others

>get an infusion of demonic energy through saliva delivered by less-than-chaste kiss after bf okays it

>collapse and get princess-carried away as succuslut giggles and makes comments about how sweet we are together

>wake up… different?

>bf is sitting nearby, looks sleep-deprived

>but smells absolutely delicious, oh my goodness

>everything feels tighter and a little claustrophobic somehow

>stand up

>hit head on ceiling

>bf is now shorter than me?

>confused, groggy, ask what the fuck, did I grow stilts?

>he holds up a big mirror

>oh fuck

>FUCK

>monsterized into horsepussy of all things

>good thing bf is a carpenter

>and long-handled brushes exist

>wait a sec, what’s that red lump on my forehead?

>looks like a fat pimple

>no anon, resist, it’ll just look worse if you squeeze it

>also bf is here, don’t be disgusting in front of him

>can’t resist feeling it a bit anyway

>huh, it feels really hard, no give at all

>pull hands away and pretend that I didn’t just do that, nosir, anon was not just being disgusting and prodding at her forehead because a mirror was put in front of her

>bf is peering around the mirror with lewd grin (bless that man and his ability to overlook moments like that), eyeing… oh!

>eyeing stonking great new tits that apparently come included with every horsepussy conversion pack

>time to give this new body a spin

>in the lounge room

>don’t want to crush bf against back wall by accident

——————

>one week later

>pimple has erupted into glorious bony protrusion

>guess now when bf calls you his unicorn he’s speaking literally

>grooming a breeze, hair has turned silvery blonde and just seems to look fabulous no matter what I do with it

>bf helps brush coat, which would gleam even if he didn’t… but it feels so good that I haven’t told him that

>headpats feel incredible instead of just great

>still working through some of the new logistical challenges that come with sexy time in new body, although hooray for fisting is now very much being on the menu

>can now playfully poke bf - husband? fucking kya~ - with new horn when he teases me by using exaggerated cowboy accent, using my rump as bongos, motorboating puffy horsepussy, pulling tail, speaking mock-Arthurian, referring to loungeroom as paddock, or any of the other things he does to tease me

>comfily living off emergency supplies while gynarchy collapses in a loud screaming tantrum outside

>no_regrets.png

——————

>>337417

>The movie we watched after that was terrible. A super-powered desert-independent-tanuki.

>”Those were some ``Amazing`` effects.” she laughed as we left and walked home in the evening.

>”I felt the acting was STELLAR! Academy award from an unforgetably plain cast.”

>”Glad I could at least watch it with you.”

>”You know, I wonder why we stopped doing this before.”

>”You seem like a fun person to hang out with. ”

>”Same, I didn’t think an angel would have a sense of humor.”

>”What do you mean by that?”

>”Nothing-Just slipped off my mind.”

>“Anon, what exactly do you think about angels?”

>”Well, I-”

>”Confess, Anon.” she said looking at me with a quirked brow and a grin.

>”You ever heard that saying that angels can’t laugh?”

>”Not really, what about it?”

>”I just thought you were the kind of girl with a stick always up your ass-”

>”Language!” she gasped.

>”Sorry, you said confess.”

>”I mean, at least watch your mouth. The lord wouldn’t accept such profanity.”

>”Yeah-yeah. Point is, I expected you to be stiff.”

>”Anon…” she said, taken aback. “We’ve known each other for a long time. I thought you knew me better.”

>”I-I know, it was just a stereotype I heard.”

>”And that is?”

>”Angels aren’t fun? You know, they’re very strict and follow a lot of rules?”

>”Tsk, Anon. And here I am thinking we could…” she stopped herself.

>”… could…?”

>”C-could d-do something… fun t-together- I MEAN that’s because you don’t know if I’m boring or not. B-But we had fun today an-and that should be proof that I’m not some stick in the mud and that we can repeat- UGHHH!”

>She just put both her hands on her face as she just squatted down, ignoring the wings getting dirty from the concrete as her halo glowed even brighter.

>”Hey, Angela,” I said, putting my hand over her shoulder getting her attention. “It was just a thought. I had a great time today. I thought it was very fun, and I was glad to have done it with you.”

>She smiled, her face still very red, but she got back her composure and we continued walking.

>”Thanks, Anon. To be honest, I spent my time in church praying beforehand that this would not end in a disaster.”

>”Like you can control it-”

>”It’s just for closure, ok?”

>”Fine. Anyway, you were saying…”

>”Hm?”

>”You wanted to do something like this again?”

>Her halo glowed. She stared at me as her wings fluttered a bit.

>”I would like that. Thank you.” she said with a gentle smile.

>”So how does saturday sound?”

>”Anon, I have sermons till-”

>”After that?”

>”… I hope you’re fine with late events.”

>”Same as today?”

>”Yep!”

>”So… how are you gonna stay in this little old town again?”

>”From the looks of it, I have an interview coming up. Hoping I make the cut, and it’s all smooth sailing.”

>”I can’t wait to hear how you make that one.”

>”Yeah, Fresh from college, it may as well be my first real job.”

>”Oh, before I forget, Anon.”

>”Yeah?”

>”Want to… have dinner with us-ME- Uh, sometime?”

>”Su-”

>”It’sjustthatdadandmomarehappytoseethatyou’rehereagainandwanttocatch-upaftertalkingtoyourparentsaboutyourstayand-”

>”Angela.”

>She gasped, coverging her mouth.

>”Let’s just take it slow and see how it goes. Ok?”

>”… okay…”

Do angels lay eggs?

>>337930

No, they give birth like demons, elves, and other humanlike/mamallians

>>337932

I guess it's inaccurate to think they'd have down as hair and pubes.

>>337932

But anon, they are birdgirls. What if they actually lay Easter eggs?

>>337935

Because they are not harpies/jubs/kikis. The only birdpart are their wiings that aren't even their arms.

>>337937

>Because they are not harpies/jubs/kikis

>kikis

Anon, kikis are wans, not birbs.

>>337949

>TFW Angels and Kiki are a tie for me.

>Perfect waifu that just wants to serve you and push you to be a better man

>Perfect waifu that just wants you to be happy and protect you as much as you protect her.

Both sound good desu.

>>337953

Why not combine the two? Have an angelic kiki.

>>337964

>Angelic Kiki.

I can accept this. But if you want to talk about kiki stuff, go to your own bird/dog/maid thread.

>>337905

There are screencaps but I think posting them here would be rude since this is already way off topic, so they’re at >>337965 in the cat thread.

>>337919

Please don’t leave us Angel Anon, I really like this story.

>>339846

Don't worry, Anon. I'm not leaving. Just on vacation. Update tomorrow. When I wake up, I expect to see some Angel art.

>>340189

>That outfit

This thread is for PURE and CHASTE waifus Get this lewd-dressing thot out of here

>>340272

Actions make thots, not clothing.

>>340916

>Segelstein

the nose knows

>>340918

inb4 JUDEN I literally just picked 2 random words in the german dictionary. Which is cloth and stone.

Which, come to think of it, MC graduated in marketing.

Oy vey, he's been found.

>>341412

>“Father Gabriel,“ I said as I approached, putting my hand out for a shake. “Good evening, and good to see you again.“

>“Ah,“ he smiled, then going back to his book. “Anon, it‘s been a while, hasn‘t it?“

>“Yeah, I‘d say, almost a wee-“

>“A week since I saw you, but years since we actually talked.“

>“R-right,“ I said, scratching my head in embarassment. “I, uh, wanted to do it properly before but-“

>“Oh, my son.“ He chuckled. “I know already how it is between you two.“

>“Y-you do?“

>“Of course. You two were best friends. Inseperable. Everything you did always brought you two closer to each other.“

>“Well, yeah-“

>“And then you suddenly cut yourself off and practically disappear for over half a decade. Really, breaking my baby little Angela‘s heart, making her wonder if she herself was to blame. You know, it almost felt like yesterday that she came out of her room after almost months of constant sobbing. She‘d even miss church doing so. Ah, how time flies. I just hope she learned her lesson and grew up to be a better woman out of it. I‘m wondering if you became a better man from your sudden disappearance as well.“ he said, looking at me with a smile as he closed his logbook.

>I stood still. It really felt like all the energy drained from my body as I heard that. I couldn‘t look at him in the eye. My face was hot, and I couldn‘t even make any words.

>Holy hell, did I do that? I didn‘t know that‘s how she reacted towards me.

>No wonder she acted a bit cautious and surprised when she saw me again.

>Never have I felt such a painful sinking heart before.

>“Well, my son?“ he continued

>“Y-yes sir. I… I dealt with some problems, and I didn‘t want to drag her into it.“

>“Really now? Last I heard, she‘d always want to help you with whatever you had to deal with.“

>“I know. I am aware, Father. I was… I was younger, stupid, and I didn‘t get myself on track. It was entirely my fault, and I take full blame over my actions.“

>“Smart man.“

>“But I hope, if it‘s ok you would give me the chance, that I would redeem myself for my mistakes in the past.“

>“Only if, you will treat her right. I don‘t want to see what happiness she has now be broken again.“

>“I promise, Father Gabriel. I won‘t do anything to harm her in anyway again. I will treat her well and won‘t do something that stupid again, father.“ I said, not breaking eye contact.

>Quirking an eyebrow and keeping his smirk, he responded. “That‘s good to hear.“

>“Anon~, over here!“ called Angela, getting my attention.

>“Th-thank you, father. I should go.“

>“God be with you.“ he said, continuing his work by the pedestal.

>>341412

>>341413

Always nice to see an update

>>341413

Father Gabriel wasting no time before getting into the Catholic guilt trip! Humility is an important lesson after all.

That being said, I humbly request more tales of Angela and Anon. I've been hooked from the start.

>>341821

>tfw I'm german and I fucked that up.

Fucking end me.

>>343229

>>343234

Don't worry Anons. Update worth 3-4 posts tomorrow.

And yes, Father Gabriel might be a messenger from heaven, but he spits the truth hotter than the fires of hell.

>>343277

See >>343234.

I'm 10 days late and procrastinated so long, that I hope you can forgive me, but here's an update.

>>341413

>“So, Anon,“ said Angela, tucking away her choir robes. “What’s your plan for today?”

>”What do you think about heading over to Fat Tony’s Italian? Like when we were younger.?”

>”Oh, Anon.” her halo glowed as she blushed. “We can’t do that. As much as I would fall to gluttony-”

>”Oh, come on. My treat!” I said as we started walking out.

>”Nonono, Anon. That’s not it. Fat Tony’s isn’t there anymore. If you want to feel nostalgic some more, you know, with me, then let me be your guiding hand and lead you.” she said, offering her hand.

>”Ok, Angela. What’s with the whole biblical holier-than-thou act you got going on?” I quirked a brow.

>”W-whatever do you mean, Anon?” she retracted in shock.

>”I mean, don’t get me wrong. It’s not bad and all. It’s just, I liked the way you were before. You know, a bit rough, lax, and natural. Not giving this whole talk like some divine being and all. I-I MEAN, yeah, you ARE an angel, but I liked it more when you sounded like you were having fun, and not constantly have to have a rod up your-”

>”ANON! Language, please.”

>”Sorry.”

>She sighed. “Please, understand. When I came of age, and decided to do my share in the church, father told me that I had to act and speak proper in order to be accepted. And as I started, this behavior grew on me, and to it, I will follow.”

>”Yeah, that’s fine and all. But, you don’t have to be like that when you’re with me.”

>”What do you mean?”

>”How about this, whenever you’re with me, just talk to me in your most comfortable. No judgement, no church, no need to be prim and proper, just your natural talk. How does that sound?”

>”I-I don’t know, Anon. It does not sound right after so long.”

>”How about, instead of it sounding right, how about just make it sound easier and fun?”

>”…”

>”Well?”

>”I… Suppose…”

>”Let loose, relax, you’re with an old friend now, not some official representative, right?”

>”Y-yeah.” She smiled. “I guess you’re right.”

>”Alright, now, what was that about being a ‘guiding hand’?”

>”I mean-” she cleared her throat. “The old pizza place’s gone for a while now. If you want to go an have fun, then let ME-” she said, pointing 2 thumbs at herself “-be your tourguide!”

>I smiled, seeing how excited she was, shaking a bit.

>”D-do you like it?”

>”Well, gee, what do you mean?” I said as we both smiled

>”B-better?”

>”Better.”

>And like that, we began leaving. Saying goodbye to her parents in the process, and have Father Gabriel wave us back, as he walked away with his cane at his hand.

>>345840

>”So,” I said, as we both walked together in the streets. “where are we going?”

>”N-nowhere special. I mean, to everyone else at least. But to us…”

>”Hmm?”

>”So, remember the old BBQ and grill we’d sometimes go to after school? Like, every friday?”

>”Oh yeah.” I chuckle. “The place with the with the world map on their placemats?”

>”Yup! And remember we’d play ‘Napkin battleship’?”

>”And when the constant flicking of rice as our ‘Cannon Ammo’ got the owner pissed because we were making a mess? How could I forget?”

>”Yeah. He’s still there too, you know? Ol’ Robert never left, and the place hasn’t changed that much.”

>”Kinda what you’d expect from a family business don’t you think?”

>”Duh. And I’m happy for him that the place is still there.”

>”Whatever happened to Fat Tony’s?”

>She shrugged. “Dad said that the old man retired. I remember seeing him take the last taxi to the airport after we all gave a farewell party.”

>”There was a party!?”

>”Yeah, didn’t you know?”

>”Of course not! I was isolated for a while. Why didn’t you-”

>Before I continued, I watched as Angela looked away while rubbing her arm.

>”I, sorry. I kinda forget.”

>”It’s ok, Anon. Some things happen and you cannot change it.”

>”Anyway, Fat Tony’s?”

>”Ah, right.” she smiled again. “When he announced his retirement, mom, dad, his friends, family, and I, all went to the place for his pizza one more time.”

>”Man, I miss his pizza. It was the best.”

>”Yeah, you should’ve been there, haha. He baked HUGE pizzas of many flavors. Some pasta and tortellini too. We, or, at least, I, ate so much, I felt like I committed gluttony as intense as 6 cases.”

>I giggled a bit, seeing that old habits die hard.

>”What?” she asked.

>”Nothing.”

>She blushed as she dropped her jaw. Immediately, she put her hands on her mouth and turned away from me.

>”S-Sorry!”

>”Nah, it’s fine. It still seemed natural. Just take it easy.”

>”Haha, yeah. Just… just forget it.”

>”Anyway, you ate like a queen?”

>”Right.” she cheered. “I ate so much, I felt like a queen.”

>”That makes me envious.”

>”Careful, Anon.” she smirked. “That’s a sin.”

>”And so is gluttony. But it seems like we both can’t help it every now and then, now can we?”

>”Oh shush, Anon.” she blushed. “All is forgiven upon a confessionary. And luckily for me…”

>”Is that the only way for you to sleep easily at night? Despite some naughty schemes beforehand?”

>”Oh, Anon. You know Angels don’t sin.”

>”That’s not what I remember you being when we were growing up.” I chuckled.

>”That doesn’t count. I was not an angel that time yet.”

>”Whatever makes you sleep at night.”

>”Har-har.” she mocked, as we arrive at the restaurant.

>>345841

>”After you.” I say, opening the door as we get in.

>”You’re such a dork. You know that?”

>”Well, I have to take care of my friend.”

>”Don’t you mean, ‘M’lady’, Mister Fedoraman?”

>”Ha! You wish!”

>”Oh…” she said, looking away from me.

>”What?”

>”It’s nothing.” she continued, as she got to her table.

>Weird. That just killed the mood for whatever reason.

>”Right…” I said, taking my seat across her. ”So what’re you getting?”

>”Just some porkchop. Not much else.”

>”Oh, come on. My treat. I want you to eat till your heart’s content.”

>”Anon,” she looked upon me with a frown. “I can’t do that. Besides, I’m the host, and you’re the guest. I should be the one offering you.”

>”Well, too bad. As the guest. I demand that you be a good host and let me pay.”

>She looked at me again, then back at the menu, then at me once more.

>”Are you sure about that?”

>”Why wouldn’t I be?”

>”I mean, what’s wrong with letting me pay?”

>”Because, to be honest, Angela, you and I both know that you’re not exactly in a good position to do so.”

>”Is this some pity meal!? I’m supposed to give to charity, not be it!” she said, looking at me with eyes of fury. Her halo glowed brighter than any of the lights in the restaurant, catching the eye of some of the staff and customers.

>”Well then don’t think of it as charity. Think of it as an apology meal for not being there for you and abandoning you for 7 years.” I said with open hands.

>”… you always were terrible at communicating. You don’t even know how to break it down to someone gently.” she looked away with a pout as her halo slowly went back to normal.

>”And you were always too prideful to accept something that’s good for you. Now isn’t that a sin in itself?” I kept my smirk.

>”You don’t get to say that, dork.”

>”Oh come on. What’s living without knowing sin once in a while?”

>”Whatever. Let’s just order.” she said, raising her hand.

>The waiter came, and she kept her pout. Avoiding eye contact, she just kept looking at the menu. She was always a terrible liar, and she kept a poor facade. I felt like wanting to mess with her.

>”How may I help?” said the waiter.

>”I-” said Angela raising a finger.

>”2 pulled pork burgers, a whole rotisserie chicken, 3 sets of Beef BBQ, and some beer for all of us.”

>Angela just stared at me with her mouth in agape like I just killed her pet. I kept my smug as I turned to the waiter as he wrote it down.

>”Will that be all?” he asked.

>”We might ask later for more, but at the moment. This will be fine.”

>The waiter shrugged as he took the menu, as Angela froze in place for what happened.

>”Anon… No.” she said. “This is too much. How can you possibly expect me to pay you back?”

>”For god’s sake, Angela. Do you listen to yourself? It’s like you want to NOT take it easy and have fun. What part of ‘My Treat’, and ‘I’m paying’ do you not understand? I even got you your favorite burgers like before.”

>”I… Anon, I can’t accept this.”

>”Look, Angela. I get it you want to do your part for charity. But you have to give something to yourself once in a while. The lord knows you deserve it.”

>”…”

>”Besides, I didn’t hear you stop me when I ordered your meal for you.”

>”What will mom and dad think of it when they find out you offered me too much?”

>”Other than that I’m spoiling you? Just say something like ‘Anon’s making up for being a big meanie before’. Or somewhere along the lines.”

>”… I don’t sound like that.”

>”Angela, can’t you just take a joke, let loose, and have fun?”

>”Fine.”

>”Great!” I chuckled.

>”There’s a better way to pay me back than this.” she murmured

>“Yeah, well for now, this is what you get.”

>”How’d you know it was my favorite, anyway?”

>”I’ve known you for years. You’d always order 2 of those and never put on any weight for some reason.”

>”Angel genes, son.” she said, looking at me with a smile again.

>>345842

>”There’s a better way to pay me back than this.” she murmured

Perhaps she was thinking of some tender, vanilla romance involving long walks on the beach, candlelight dinners, and maybe even hand-holding.

>>345842

oh goody!

>>345926

Love it.

>the no metaphor angel to push with you through the biggest challenge ever.

>Feeling happy and fulfilled with her.

>>345875

Hand holding

Keep that sick filth out of your head right Fucking now

>>345907

Oh goody indeed.

Question:

>Do reverted/purified demons that get angel wings and a halo still count as angels? Even if they keep some of their demonic parts.

>>347148

"Ascended Demons" is the term I think. Not sure if they count.

>>345842

>”Sho,” she said, stuffing her face with one bite after another. “Yu goth n ntherfew, huh?”

>”Why, yes, Angela. I did get an interview. My first one too. And you know, I’d understand you better if you didn’t speak with your mouth full.”

>”Shurry.” She said as she gulped her food.

>”All is forgiven, my child.” I said, raising a hand on her forehead.

>”Anon…”

>”Yeah-yeah.” I giggled, putting my hand back. “Anyway. This is going to pretty much be my first interview, so I’m kinda nervous.”

>”You never did something like this before?”

>”Well, I mean, this is my first REAL job. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of taking responsibility. It’s just that, after so many applications sent, this is the first one to respond after weeks.”

>”Dam-Darn. That’s tough, man. Who gave you the call?”

>”Some company called ‘Good-Deeds Property and Real-Estate’.”

>Angela just stopped eating, then just started staring at me, then looking away.

>”Is… something wrong?” I asked.

>”N-nothing, really. Just that, I feel like I’ve heard that before, but I just can’t seem to put my finger on it.”

>”I mean, real-estate and property management are nothing to pass by.”

>”No no, not that. It’s just, I feel like that name is more familiar to me than it should.”

>”Well, I guess it’s probably because the building itself is a 45 minute drive, and it’s the only one found near the city. It’s probably the only one that’s closest too.”

>”So, I’m curious. What happens if you don’t get the job?” she continued back to eating.

>”To be honest, I might have to lower my standards and find another job I’m good at. Maybe another kind of internship and see what position’s available.”

>”That doesn’t sound so bad.”

>”Yeah, but I’m gonna be bored out of my mind by that point. It’s not gonna be something I’m passionate about, nor be happy with.”

>”So…” she said, looking at me with worry. “What’s your backup plan if this doesn’t work out?”

>”Honestly?” I say, looking at her in the eye. “I probably am gonna have to look for it in other cities.”

>”… You’re really dead-set on getting a job in accounting, huh?”

>”Yeah.”

>”And it HAS to be one of those big-buseness-y types, huh?”

>”What’s wrong with that?”

>”Nothing. Just, outsourcing to another city? If that works, then you’re gonna…”

>”Have to move?”

>”Yeah…” she said, looking away. “I… don’t like to think of that.”

>”Well, let’s just hope that it doesn’t come to that.”

>”But honestly, Anon,” she replied, looking back at me with a smile. “I’m very proud of you. You’re achieving your dreams, and you’re preparing yourself for your first interview! It just couldn’t get better for you, huh?”

>”Yeah. I just hope my future boss won’t be a cunt to me. She’s got good secretaries to help her organize, I’ll give her that. I just hope it’s easy to assimilate.”

>”Don’t worry, Anon. You’ll do fine. I have faith in you.”

>”You always did know how to make me feel at ease.” I smiled.

>”Well I’ve known you for years, Anon.” she said, leaning at her hands closed together. She stared at me with a contempt gaze and a soft smile, as her Halo glowed brighter. “Why wouldn’t I?”

>”It’s more of a miracle than anything else that we know each other, to be honest.”

>”Likewise. Miracle, God’s gift, same thing.”

>”Oh, you.”

>”OH!” she suddenly recalled herself. “By the way, can bring you to the place?”

>”I… I don’t know. Wouldn’t it be hassle? I mean, I have a car-”

>”Not by car, you dolt. I wanna FLY you there.”

>”Fly?”

>”Angel wings? Duhh?” she smirked, showing her 2 feathered limbs spreading out, much to the other customers’ dissatisfaction. “You’re gonna be practically weightless.”

>”Well then don’t mind me gaining some chub from this.” I laughed, immediately grabbing few bits of BBQ by the stick and chomping on them.

>”HEY! NO FAIR!” yelled Angela as she tried to get her fill with burgers. “I was distracted, let me get some.”

>”YU SHNOOZ YU LUZ.”

>”Anon! Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

>”Shurry”

>>348046

Good to see you’re still doing this. Keep up the good work man.

>>348046

>Interview day.

>Gotta rehearse my lines. Prepare for any questions out of the ordinary.

>I still got an hour before Angela picks me up. Got my jacket, suit, looking sharp-

>A knock came through my window. “Anon? You there?” came Angela’s voice as I saw her standing outside with my window open.

>She wore formal attire. A gray suit and miniskirt that complimented her body well, her hair in a bun, and rose red eyeglasses that showed off the contrast between her face and her beautiful blue eyes.

>”You’re a bit early” I said, still fixing my shirt. “I kinda want to get ready. Look my best and all.”

>”Well, yeah. Do you wanna make a good first impression on your soon to be bosses? Being early is a good start.”

>”Well, I still want to prepare a bit more.” I said, picking vests. “For instance, which looks good on me?”

>”Pick a black one. Professionals always go for a clear black and white look.”

>“Black Vest it is!” I said, putting it on.

>”You know, Anon, you look really good in a suit.”

>”Thanks. I kind of want to see it as a mature form of… you know, me.”

>”Nervous?”

>”Y-yeah.” I said, taking a deep breath. “I just don’t want to flop on this interview. You know?”

>”Don’t be, Anon. I have faith in you. I know you’ll make it.”

>”Thank you.” I said, turning to her with a smile. “You always knew how to soothe my nerves.”

>Angela climbed into my room, her wings seemingly light and soft not to be obscured on entry, and her halo knew to lower itself as to not touch anything.

>”Anon,” she said, coming close to me. “There’s a lot more to you than you think. You need to be more confident about yourself sometimes.”

>I began to put a tie around my neck, loosely fitting it first as I had to make sure it’s the right color.

>”Yeah, I know. It’s just, sometimes, the size of a situation can be intimidating, you know?”

>Angela approached me, putting her hand on my chest as she looked at me with those sky blue eyes. She then moved her hands to fix my loose tie. Setting it right as she buttoned my shirt.

>”Don’t worry, Anon. You’ll make it.” she said, looking at me in the eyes again. I felt my heart beat slower as I stared, yet my cheeks felt hot.

>”Thank you.”

>”Wanna try something that will help even more?”

>”What?”

>”You know. Take deep breaths, relax for a couple of minutes, pray. Recollect yourself. You’ll feel better in no time.” she said, climbing back out the window.

>”I… guess.”

>”And…” she said, twirling with her blonde hair. “I-if it makes you feel any better, I’ll pray for you too.”

>”You really care for me. Don’t you?”

>”O-of course.” She said, taken back quickly. “I-is that, weird?”

>”It’s just-after being such a dick for a long time? How are you still like this to me?”

>”Anon, the lord always forgives. And you can learn a thing or two.” Her Halo glowed brighter, letting me feel loose in lip and life.

>”And the lord doesn’t make mistakes. And I sure as hell did. It’s just, you know. I have a hard time forgiving myself for my actions.”

>”Anon, if you always burden yourself like that, you’ll never be happy. Just think of it like this. ‘You were young, dumb, and unaware of the consequences.’”

>”Well, yeah.”

>”Are you younger than before?”

>”No.”

>”Are you dumber than before?”

>”No.”

>”And are you more ignorant than before?”

>”No!” I scoffed.

>”There you go.” She said with open arms.

>“What did you-”

>”Anon, just smile and enjoy life. Take it as a lesson. Be loyal to your friends and family from now on, show them kindness, and be who you are. You’ll feel better, trust me.”

>She really always knew how to make me smile. Never left my head since.

>”You know, you should be my career manager after this.”

>”Awww.” she smiled, hands on her cheek.

>”Or just a micromanager.”

>Her smile dropped, and she looked at me with unamusement.

>”Anon, just hurry up and come outside. We have an interview to be on time for. And take your suitcase with you. Look sharp.”

>>350696

>We flew, her carrying me by holding my arms. She was not the first, and flying regulations are quite lax. We were already in the city, passing by skyscrapers and other flying birds and harpies.

>”Hey,” said Angela, taking me at good speed, yet still able to hear her. “you know this is actually farther than I expected.”

>”Yeah, far from our little small-town gig, huh?”

>”Y-yeah, it’s just, we’ve been flying for around 40 minutes now. And knowing how cars are, and how traffic flows, it’s gotta take you maybe over an hour or 2 just to get to arrive. Right?”

>”I can take it. I just gotta carpool, or learn the public transport routes in advance. Should be no problem in time.”

>“Yeah, but, you know, if this interview doesn’t work-”

>”It will.”

>”R-right. Just that, if it doesn’t work, you’re gonna find a job at another state if desperate?”

>”Pretty much, yeah.” I said, looking up to her face, wondering why she asked me that question. She looked away, gazing instead at the towering buildings we flew near.

>”And if you do make this interview…”

>”Yeah?”

>”You won’t have time for friends, family, or yourself. Or…”

>She continued staring, choking on her words, like she didn’t want to finish that sentence.

>”You think I have time to squeeze by?”

>”Gee, I don’t know. Assuming you start working a 9-5 kind of job, you gotta leave home by 7, you wake up and freshen up by 6, and by 10 pm, you need to be in bed for your proper 8 hours of sleep. You know, to stay healthy?”

>”Honestly, some sacrifices have to be made. You know, grasshopper and the ant kind of story.”

>”But what’s the point of being alive if you aren’t living?”

>”Well not everyone has the same idea of ‘Living’ as you.”

>I felt something wet drop to m head, but I brushed it off. Might’ve began to drizzle, but as my phone navigator told me that I was close to my destination, I wouldn’t have to worry.

>”You’re dead-set on this, aren’t you.” she said as we descended, seeing the large, red logo on the tower ‘DEEDS’.

>”Well, I have to try. I don’t want my parents to think that my education was for nothing.”

>”What if all they wanted to do was make you happy?” she said, landing at the front door gently.

>”What could make them happier than having a lot of money?”

>”Lots of things, Anon. Money is good, but it’s not everything.”

>”Like what?”

>”Are you really asking me that? She said, looking at me once more unamused.”

>”Well, whether or not I do, I think you can answer it for me later.” I smirked, opening the door open for her. “Angels first”

>After rolling her eyes she went in, and probably purposely showing off her suit, and not blocking anything at all with her wings.

>We went in the main hall, and took a good look around.

>”Ah, excuse me, sir?” approached a voice from the side.

>A young girl, younger than me, and with pointy ears like a jackal. No doubt, this Anubis always came prepared with her uniform and suit all set. Her clipboard was held firmly at her hand as she came close.

>”Anon Segelstein?” she continued.

>”Yes, that’s me. I’m here for today’s-”

>”Todays interview. You’ll be on in 20 minutes, but I suggest you get there in 5. I can take you to her when you’re ready.”

>”R-right, hold on a second.” I said, turning to Angela. “So, I… uh, I’ll be back soon. Thanks for the lift.”

>”Don’t mention it,” she smiled, putting her hands on my face and head. “But let me just do one last favor for…”

>She licked her fingers as she tried to fix my hair, taking with her, her mini comb with. With a few gentle strokes, she closed her kit, smiled, and said “Done!”

>”So how do I look?” I said to Angela, showing off my body.

>Angela gazed at me softly, putting her hands together. ”You… look…”

>”Good enough!” said the Anubis from behind. “Let’s go, the boss won’t like to be kept waiting.”

>Angela look disgruntled, but I couldn’t argue. I still didn’t want to let Angela stay here and do nothing though.

>”Tell you what.” I said to her, pulling out a 50 from my wallet, handing it to her. “Why don’t you wait at the mess hall? I hear their roast it to die for.”

>”Anon, no. I cannot accept this.” she said, showing the bill back to me.

>”Well keep it. Think of it as ‘Transportation Fee’, and ‘Advance Payment’ for waiting for my interview to end.”

>”Anon, not agai-”

>”Too late!” I said, running to the Anubis, waving back at her. “Wish me luck!”

>Her sour face turned again to a sweet smile. “God be with you!” she waved back.

>”You two should get a room.” said the Anubis, looking at her checklist.

>”I know.”

>>350697

It’s cute but poor angela loses either way

>>350697

If only Anon would stop being so fucking Jewish and insisting on a career in finance

At this rate he's gonna wind up being set up with a nice young Danuki girl by his mother and poor Angela will be left at the wayside once again

>>350887

>Loses either way

What makes you say that?

>>350944

He succeeds in the interview and he has no life, he fails, he moves far away.

Love always finds a way though.

>>350945

>He succeeds in the interview and he has no life

>Implying he can't find comfort among new colleagues.

>Implying he can't find another Angel if we're sticking to thread theme.

>>350697

I was under the impression that his interviewer would be a demon, but now I'm now so sure.

>>350952

>Demon

What makes you say that?

>>337919

>”I just thought you were the kind of girl with a stick always up your ass-

>”Angels aren’t fun? You know, they’re very strict and follow a lot of rules?

MC confirmed shit-tier normalfag

>>350982

I thought the company name was hinting at it, though I can't find that hint now. It must have been late and I must have been tired.

anyone remember that bit of writefaggotry about the angel who stalked an anon, and the misadventures the two had leading up to a happy end? Was in a thread about MG's stalking and what that would be like. That was some comfy angel story time.

>>351205

>Literally one of the earlier replies of the thread.

>>327616

>>351543

>thread about fucking (literally) angels

Did you even READ the OP?

Do reformed demons count as angels?

Like, still keeping the horns, but got angel wings, a halo, fairer skin, and dress more conservatively.

>>352131

the angelus is the closest thing to an angel with baphomet horns least in the darkness videogame series. On the comics shes just an angel of burning light and fire.

>>352131

"Devils are depicted with bats' wings and good angels with birds' wings, not because anyone holds that moral deterioration would be likely to turn feathers into membrane, but because most men like birds better than bats."

Demon just means "evil spirit"

>>352930

The first one is interest, the second is creepy and interesting

>>350697

>“You know, we usually don‘t allow unauthorized personell to come this far unless given permission.“ said the Anubis as we walked through pristined white hallways, not a single bit of dust or dirt seen.

>“Yeah, sorry about that. She was just my ride here, and kinda helped me on the way.“

>“To be honest, I‘m surprised you need help in the first place. The boss and I took a look at your resume, and needless to say, we‘re impressed. A degree in marketing, good grades, work experience at a car retailer,-“

>“It‘s, uh, technically my dad who put me there. Failed attempt at a family business.“

>“Right… Here‘s some advice for starters, don‘t mention that again.“ she said, turning to me as we walked, her face unamused. “But still, Who would‘ve thought, that you, coming from a small town, would graduate from a prestiged university offstate.“

>“Well, honestly, it just took a bit of time, dedication, and effort to get in.“ I smirked. “I was just glad to be there till the end.“

>“And obviously, you never took risks nor had fun growing up.“ she said nonchelantly.

>“W-what do you mean?“ I asked, taken back.

>“No frat parties, fraternities, nothing noteworthy, no risky pranks or feats? I mean sure I get that you want to have a good profile, but with something like this, it makes you look like a stick in the mud. You know, no-fun-no-nonsense kinda guy?“

>“Don‘t… you know, anubi act more formal and don‘t like nonesense? Isn‘t that kinda your thing?“

>The anubis stopped, turned to me and gave me another unamused glare.

>“Well look at you Mr. Judgemental prick.“ she said, chin up. “At least my boyfriend and I like to be spontaneous on weekends.“

>“My bad.“ I said, turning my head in shame as we continued walking.

>“Besides, between you and me, this place could really use your credibility.“

>“What?“

>“Look, you just gotta be presentable, look your best, and not break down like the last ones.“

>“Isn‘t this unprofessional?“

>“Again, really, stick in the mud. Trust me, you‘ll get this job, just fake a good interview.“

>“Ok, but, why are you helping me like this?“

>“Look, 2 reasons. 1, although it may not look like it, the company could use someone of your credentials.“

>“And the second?“

>“Oh, I think you‘ll find out for yourself, hey, for instance, did you know that you and the boss went to the same highschool?“

>“How did you…“

>“The boss and I are pretty close. It‘s not really that hard to remember the highschool she grew up in. Plus, I read your portfolio and all, so I couldn‘t help but write down a few bits here and there.“

>“But-“

>“Oh, by the way, ‘Shhh‘,“ she said, a finger before her mouth. “We‘re here. You set?“

>“I guess? But what about-“

>“Anyway, chin up, and give Lucy a great interview!“ she said, knocking the door.

>“Lucy?“

>The door opened, leading to a clean windowed office.

>“You must be Anon,“ came a voice from inside. I peeked in, to see an elegant woman with a black business suit and a red tie looking at me. She had long silky black hair and eyes crimson like fiery lava. She greeted me with a wide grin while she sat, which felt both uneasy, yet challenging. She sat with her legs crossed while an eyebrow raised. She kept her grip firm on one hand holding papers that, I could honestly hope to be, is my portfolio.

>Beside her was a glasses wearing succubus dressed as formaly and eyes glued to her computer, typing as seconds went by. The door closed behind me as the anubis left, leaving me alone in the room with the 2 women.

>“Well, are you just going to stand there, or are we going to get on with our interview?“ she said, pulling out a pen from her suit pocket and then began writing.

>“I-I‘m terribly sorry about that. Allow me to start over.“

>“Starting over immediatley as your first words to your possible future boss. Tsk Tsk.“ she said, continuing to write. “This is not a good first impression of you, you know that? Demerits and possible red flags in the first few seconds.“

>“My apologies.“ I said, taking a seat.

>“And not even formally introducing yourself. But, that‘s the past, and now we can get started on this interview, shall we?“

>“Yes.“

>“Yes…?“

>“Yes ma‘am!“

>“Good answer.“ she said, not breaking her smile.

>>352930

>tfw no angel to serenade you and hug you from behind and telling you how much she loves you and serenades you with how much of a good person you actually are, even if you don't know it.

>tfw no angel to see your potential to be a saint of a man and wants what's best of you and never tricks you as she holds your hand figuratively and literally through aany situation.

>>353680

>She had long silky black hair and eyes crimson like fiery lava.

like, a human woman?

>>353680

This shit is great anon, expecting more soon

>>353741

I'm not reading any horns, wings, tail, fur, funny ears, paws, etc. So, yeah.

>>353774

Humans don't tend to have red eyes, at least not the healthy ones.

>>353775

I'm calling it now, she's a vampire

>>353828

>Vampire

>Has an appointment in her open window office

>in the day.

>>353830

Ever heard of sunscreen?

>>353852

>Vampire with an open window that works at the day and roams the night without sleeping.

You okay, Anon?

>>353828

I think it's hellhound.

>>353948

>>353852

>>353828

>>353741

>Miss Deeds

>misdeeds : Evil or illegal acts

>Lucy

>Lucifer

There's no subtlety in comparison to anything else.

>>337667

You hope too much. Why ever have hope?

>>354045

You'd think that our awareness of Angela's nature, combined with this new boss's red eyes, would alert Anon to more of Lucy's nonhuman traits. That's what had me uncertain.

>>354335

>New boss turns out to be a demon

>Anon DEUS VULTs demon boss

>Anon then realizes that greed is a sin and stops focusing his life only on money and stays in his hometown with Angela.

>Anon uses his jew skills to raise money for the old church and make Angela and her parent's lives easier.

>Anon (Or Angela) confesses their love and they get married in the church.

>Anon and Angela live happily ever after with their Son and 2 angel daughters and nothing bad ever happened to them again because Anon and Angela love each other very much and will fight through any problem together.

>>354021

not at all.

>>353680

>The interview was already going off terrible, even worse with a terrible start.

>I sat still, shaking a bit, as the human woman liked to flip through the papers at her hand

>“So,“ said Lucy in a high british accent, looking at my records with her legs crossed as she kept her smile, „Graduating not too long ago, a bit of work experience, and seeing your grades, you were very studious. Dedicated even to your degree. Granted, it may be a bachelor‘s deegree, but seeing as you showed almost perfect marks on Principles of marketing, management, finance, international business, business to business marketing, and even knowing well on consumer behavior, and major courses of anthropology. Needless to say, I am impressed to see people like you in this day and age to still put their focus on work first before anything else.“

>“Oh.“ I smiled, keeping my hands firm as I felt at ease. „Why, thank you. I‘m happy that you like what you read.“

>“Now why would I be happy?“ she said, not breaking her tone nor face.

>“Huh?“

>“I said I was Impressed, not happy.“

>I began sweating bullets, just that alone was a big enough red flag for me.

>I went this far for an interview. I can‘t show weakness nor panic now.

>“T-Then, why did you say th-“

>“Because, Mr. Segelstein, I‘m still looking for a reason, a VERY good reason as to why I should accept you and not another of the many, equally good applicants, from danukis to very resourceful griffons.“

>“I-I mean, whatever you feel would be lacking, I‘d be eager to learn.“

>“Yes, but looking closer at your older records, you barely had a social standing growing up, low cooperation skills, zero efforts in teamwork, and according to your projects and presentations, you‘ve been doing them alone. Here‘s something that I am sure you‘ll find interesting, that you should also know. When you work in an important position such as in marketing, cooperation is key. You have to know what the person beside you is thinking before he‘ll even know it. Things like that are what help keep our position. Because sometimes, all it takes is just one mistake, one bad writing, one bad meaning and word to knock-off a stable in our position. And things like these can NOT be risked to. Usually, people would be socially competent or at least be skilled in being a team-player. But your projects show otherwise. Why is that.“

>She looked at me with her crimson eyes that felt like they were burning my soul. But the Anubis is right. I can make this interview, but by god, if I don‘t, I might have to move, again.

>Then I won‘t be able to see my friends, mom, dad, Angela-

>Angela.

>I won‘t see her anymore.

>“Well?“ said lucy.

>I cleared my throat and fixed my position.

>“I, I dealt with some bad seeds that I‘d rather not talk about, but have grown past them and left them behind me, Miss Deeds. I have given my trust and dedication time and time again to people who gave me empty promises to do the same for me should the time come. Needless to say I grew up with trust issues, which of course did not change when I was in college.“

>The woman kept looking at me with her smile and riased an eyebrow as I didn‘t break eye contact.

>“Confident, clear, and straight to the point. I like that.“

>“You do?“

>“Indeed. Others would either ask to be paid in gold coins, or try to swindlee and charm their way to the top. And seeing as who you are, I find it very unlikely.“

>“I-I would never.“

>“Unless, there is something you want me to know…?“

>“No, no, I was just caught off guard, that‘s all.“

>“Well, here‘ss something to ease your mind.“ she said, closing my record and reaching for her drawers. „This was the most pleasant interview I had in years.“

>“Really?“ I said, beginning to smile.

>“I hope you didn‘t mind how I planned for this interview to setup, just wanted to see if you can stand the pressure is all.“

>“Well, if you want me to be honest, I was pretty close to breaking.“ I said, scratching the back of my head.

>“Don‘t worry about that, love. Just give me a while and we can mend you and shape you to be better.“ she continued, pulling out a locked silver briefcase.

>With a passcode and a thumb-scan, it opened, revealing a feather and red ink jar, and an old, long, yet firm piece of paper.

>“Before you can get started, I just want you to sign here.“ she said, passing them all to me.

>>354708

>Now why would I be happy?

Well, techinically he said "like"

Just saying

>>354708

>signing a contract

>with somebody who is totally not satan

ALWAYS READ THE FINE PRINT

>>354816

>somebody who is totally not satan

Seems like a perfectly normal human being to me.

>>354708

>Others would either ask to be paid in gold coins

what?

>I just want you to sign here

I hope our MC isn't such a dummy. That's some hardcore idiot ball stuff.

>>355059

>Be dragon

>Get hired to do security and first job ever.

>No clue what to do but just know that "Pay is good."

>Wait till payday

>Tremble with excitement over all the gold you're about to stash in your hoard.

>Recieve shitty white piece of paper and get told to go to the 'bank'.

>Quit immediately after burning the place down with your rage.

Why is civilization so hard.

>>354744

Well I like it when there's no traffic when I drive, doesn't exactly change the mood I'd be.

>tfw I never expected gregorian choir and metal to go well together.

How are you doing today, Thread? I hope you all have your Angel waifus in your heart and mind.

Post purest forms of love with the purest girls.

I'm slightly drunk, will delete if I don't like it tomorrow.

>>354708

>“So, so does this mean I‘m hired?“ I said with a nervous smile.

>She laughed a bit, turning her head as she covered her mouth.

>“Oh, Mr. Segelstein. What were you expecting?“ she said, regaining her composure as the Succubus barely even broke her constant typing.

>“Pardon me, Ms. Deeds-“

>“Just call me Lucy, I was never good with formalities anyway, and that‘s what I tell my employees as well.“

>“Right. Pardon me, Lucy, but was that it? No ‚waiting for your call‘? No ‚Training Program to see if I qualify‘?“

>“Do you really want me to put you through that and just pick another candidate in the meantime?“ she said, looking back at me with a brow raised.

>“N-No! I was just curious, that‘s all. Different from other firms.“

>“Well, if it makes you feel any better, although your extracurriculars are terrible, you credibility stands out very well. If true, I don‘t see a reason you need a training program like an intern, so long as it is similar to your previous experiences in accounting.“

>I blushed, feeling flattered by hearing someone compliment me who was not Angela or anyone I knew.

>“Now then,“ she continued, pulling out another set of papers, „let‘s talk about your pay.“

>“Pay?“ I said excitedly. My first paycheck. An actual paycheck. Instead of just some bills from my family. An actual thing to look forward too.

>“Yes, pay. Seeing as your credentials won‘t go unrewarded, we‘ll have a position for you as our secondary accountant.“

>“Secondary?“

>“Oh, don‘t take it too personal.“ she said, waving her hand in the air as she kept reading her stacks of papers. „It just means you‘ll be working under a good employee of ours. She‘ll help show you the ropes and is retiring soon. But don‘t worry, your pay will be worth your time.“

>She then stopped, keeping her smile, but then looked at me. She stared with what I could describe a very painful glare that went straight to your soul.

>“However, I can be sure to trust you to NOT perform any sort of malpractice while under the company, RIGHT?“

>“M-malpractice?“ I said, shaking nervously.

>“Indeed, former employees who had to go because we caught them embezzling, abusing authority, and accounts of sexual harassment.“ she continued, playing with her paper. „You wouldn‘t even THINK about repeating the mistakes of the past, would you?“

>“N-no MA‘AM!“

>“Great!“ she said, face returning to her cheery mood. „Now, back to the pay.“

>“And what exactly is the pay, Lucy?“

>“How does $6,666 a month sound? Granted, the reason for it being relatively low is because you‘ll be the intern, but-“

>“That‘s… that‘s great!“ I said, growing a smile. „So when can I start?“

>Around $80,000 a year? That‘s miles better than a smalltown job.

>Lucy laughed again, waited till she could clear her throat. After that, the piles of paper she had on her hand were dropped on that old strange page. She once again passed the pile, together with that same odd paper and red ink quil and feather to me, taking it closer to my face.

>“Oh, Mr. Segelstein,“ she said hautily, „you don‘t see a good opportunity even if it is right in front of you. All you have to do is sign, and we can get you started next week, no hassle.“

>“Shouldn‘t… shouldn‘t I read these first?“ I said, holding the quil.

>“Well, if you want to look at it in detail, you‘ll be signing copies alongside them. But since we‘re going to make this quick, how about I give you a brief summarry of each page?“

>“Alright!“ I said, putting on a weak smile. „You‘re the boss.“

>And she did. She just told me where to sign, what it meant, health forms, insurance, responsibilites of the employee and the company, just the usual.

>In what felt like nothing, I signed everything all the way till I reached that odd old leaf of paper. The one with strange handwriting and positions in signing.

>“Now come on,“ she said, tapping her finger on the empty mark, „just sign it and we can get you started.“

>“What‘s this contract even mean, and why is it so seperated?“

>“Nothing, really. It‘s just a copy saying that you agree and accept your position in this company.“

>“I‘m pretty sure this is not a copy…“

>“Just sign it, don‘t worry about the details. Once you do, you‘re as good as hired.“

>“W-well, I mean, sorry if I sound cautious. It‘s just, it seems rather unformally written, unlike the others.“

>>355840

>“Oh just don‘t mind it, it‘s an older print, but still valid.“

>“Can I at least just read through it then?“

>“I can skim it through for you too, if you‘d like.“ said Lucy, coming closer to me, face to face.

>“N-no thank you, I just want to take my time to-“

>“It just says that you officially recognize yourself as a part of our firm and that you hold as much responsibility as every employee here.“

>“Lucy, pardon me for asking. Would you be so kind at least, to let me look closer at this in detail?“ I said, staring at her as I swept her hand away.

>She slowly backed up, standing, and putting a hand on her mouth and regained her posture.

>She cleared her throat as the succubus kept typing, and then said „Very well.“

>“For starters, why does this contract say that you, Lucile Calah Deeds, ‚have every right to interfere in m private life when needed, and that I am surrendering it to you‘?“

>“W-well, Anon-“

>“Why are you calling me by my first name?“ I said, raising an eyebrow.

>„Right. The thing is, if something goes wrong in the firm, and you are probably somewhere having a vacation, visiting friends and family, I have every right to contact you and get you to work, you know, for the good of the firm. And besides, it‘s only on extreme cases. Like if the company needs your help and we would be in financial trouble. Don‘t worry about it, the other employees did so as well.“

>“And if I refuse?“

>“Mr. Segelstein, look, it doesn‘t happen that often. It‘s just only if we‘re on our last legs here. Ok?“

>“Right… Then comes the next one. Why should I report to you off work hours, holidays included?“

>“Just ignore that. Just reinforcing previous terms should we become desperate.“

>“And what‘s this about marriage?“ I said dropping the quill.

>Lucy was visibly nervous, nearly baffling as the succubus barely fazed.

>“Marriage?“ she laughed nervously. „Who said anything about marriage?“

>“You did, according to this contract. Stating that ‚I have to surrender myself completely to my partner, Lucile Calah Deeds, in a bond of holy matrimony in a select temple or church‘.“

>“O-oh, don‘t mind that. It‘s old print, like I said. It was back when my father was the CEO of this company, and he demanded I have an heir of my own. You can just ignore it!“

>“Lucy, if you don‘t mind me being honest, I‘m afraid I am going to have to decline this opportunity. I do not feel comfortable with the conditions stated on this contract.“

>Lucy babbled, twitching hand movements before finally stopping, taking a breath, and looking at me straight, dropping her smile for the first time in the interview.

>“Anon-“

>“When-“

>“Anon, I suggest you listen, and let me be straight with you.“ she said, sitting back down. „I do apologize for forcing you to agree to something you are uncomfortable with, but it should be expected in a position like yours. You don‘t need to sign this then.“ she continued, pulling away the paper and storing it back in her air-tight sealed briefcase, alongside the red ink and quill.

>“So, what was all that about?“

>“Nothing. It was simply an old original document we used to hold for our employees. Purely business, I assure you.“

>“Why would talks about marriage and giving you my social life be purely busin-“

>“Do forgive me, but it was something the former CEO wanted, especially me to do. Just out of tradition.“ she continued, looking at me with an emotionless stare now. „But, people are different, and the important thing you need in a firm is your merits, nothing else. As I said, the position is open. You don‘t need to worry about that last contract. After all, I believe a revision should be in order…“

>“After what I just read, what makes you so sure that I would still like to be employed by you?“

>“Now, Anon. Don‘t be like that. We‘ll keep it strict and formal. Other than that, think of the employee benefits it has. I can guarantee you, that the other companies that wouldn‘t even bother responding to your resumés can‘t offer as much as us.“

>“… How did you know that the other firms didn‘t respond to my resumés?“

>She cleared her throat once more, looking at me in the eye, holding all the papers. „The choice is yours. If you refuse, then that‘s fine. We can shred any evidence of this and pretend like it never happened, and that you never came here. But I‘m warning you, only a fool would refuse such a catch“

>>355841

Have a nice night, Anons! Remember to do it for her!

>>355841

Hmm, it definitely seems like Lucile was targeting Anon specifically either that or every male employee is her husband. Any chance she's someone we knew once?

>>355841

oh good, he didn't fall for it.

it's too bad he can't go for Lucy now, because he's already got Angela.

>>355955

>it's too bad he can't go for Lucy now

Says who?

>>356131

>Posting that filth.

>In an angel thread no less.

Shame on you.

>>355841

>I walked out of that room with a very shaky hand. Something didn‘t feel right. I felt dirty and wrong, but the thought of having no other job and being a bum scares me more.

>The pay is good, I can agree to that. Including total taxes, it‘s still a very good paycheck. I just hope I won‘t forget who I am if ever I play as the puppet for too long…

>“Oh, by the way, Anon~“ said Lucy, making me turn to her, sitting on her chair, quickly flipping through the contracts with one finger, seeing if I got everything right. “You start next week Monday, 9 AM. Don’t be late on the first day of the job, rookie~” she said with a big smile.

>”Th-thank you, Miss Deeds.” I said, looking away from her eyes once more. “I’ll come prepared.”

>”Mhmm, also, although we don’t have a certain dress code, I think it’d make a great first impression if you came in next week with that wonderful embedded vest that your grandfather handed down to you. I think it’d be a perfect fit. Plus, it’d be nice to show of your family’s own sigil in a company like this, don’t you think?”

>”How did you know about tha-”

>I couldn’t respond further, as she snapped her fingers and the door slammed shut right on my face.

>Well that could’ve gone better.

>”So?” came a cheery voice from behind with a hand on my shoulder. “How did it go?”

>I turned around, seeing a smiling Anubis, the one who guided me, holding her clipboard.

>”And?” she continued. “Did you get the job?”

>”Surprisingly, yeah. I heard about how good you have it here.”

>”I should hope so. She was saving that spot just for you.” she sighed with a smile, putting a hand on her cheek. “Oh, you should’ve seen the look on her face. She was giddy and dancing in her private office when she got your portfolio. If I didn’t know any better, you’re probably a more valuable asset to her than this whole company.”

>“I feel rather flattered.” I said, raising an eyebrow. “That’s good to hear. But what was with the weird special contract that I had to sign with red ink?”

>”Contract?” she said, looking at me, dropping her smile and raising an eyebrow. “You mean the standard requirements for employment, Insurance and the like?”

>”N-no,” I said in a reassuring manner “I mean, that weird, old, crinkled one Lucy keeps in an air-tight suitcase. You know, the one that asks for marriage?”

>The anubis just kept staring at me, blinking with a single expression.

>”Never happened?”

>”I don’t think that any of the employees here, male or female, have ever received a contract like that, Anon.”

>”Well that’s not helping.” I sighed, dropping my head.

>”Besides, I really doubt you’d get a chance with her even if it were the case.”

>”Huh?”

>”Lucy is very strict with her business practices, and discourages any form of office romance. Affects the work. Things get weird and personal between colleagues, and it distracts people. Lucy has a very strict policy on keeping personal and work life separate. At all costs.”

>”So… do you think it’s possible that she’s secretly trying to go out for me?”

>”Ohoho, I doubt that, Anon.” Said the Anubis after a haughty laugh. “Don’t mistake her friendly and kind attitude as weakness. She doesn’t like it when minor things affect our firm. She’s just that dedicated. Honestly, if you REALLY want to go for her, for starters, you shouldn’t have accepted the job here.”

>”Oh that’s a relief.” I sighed with a smile.

>”What’s the matter?”

>”Nothing. I just understand and agree on Lucy’s policies. Imagine bringing your personal problems to work and your colleagues.”

>”Exactly!” said the Anubis, waving a finger. “Anyway, I should probably escort you back now. I’m sure your Angel friend is dying to hear the good news.”

>”Yeah, I’m sure she’d love it.” I said, staring my path and empty hallway with a smile. “By the way, I never caught your name.”

>”Oh, Anon. I was the one that called you and scheduled you this interview. Don’t you remember?”

>”I’m good with faces, but poor with names. Do forgive me.”

>”Anyway, it’s Maria. We’ll be seeing each other more often starting next week.” she said, as we exited to the main lobby, leading me to the restaurant where I saw Angela enjoying plate after plate of a mix of steak, ham, sausages, barebiequeue, and many more.

>Good thing I gave her a 50.

>”Leave some for me too, Angela!” I said, making her turn to me with a wonderful spark on her ocean blue eyes.

>”Anon!” she springed from her chair, landing in front of me as she softly held my hands.

>”I’ll leave you two lovebirds to your own liesure. Don’t be late on monday!” said Marie as she turned and left back to the offices.

>”Well? How was it?” said Angela looking at me with glee.

>>357972

I predict victory only for Lucy. Who knows what she sneaked in one of those contracts of Anon.

>>358318

Anon has some straight up Jew powers that would make a danuki jealous my friend

>>358318

With how much the writefag has developed with Angela including a promise to her father not to break her heart, at the very least Angela isn’t going to lose.

>>357969

I almost feel bad for Lucy. There's no way she's getting anon when he's already had so much story solely with angela.

>>357969

>”It was great!” I said, holding Angela’s hand as I walked back to her seat. “I have to tell you all about it.”

>”I hope the lord was kind enough to give you nothing but good news for this.”

>”Well, Angela, I’ll tell you all the good news if you’ll have it with me, some Ribs, T-bone steak, and fries.”

>”Shush, Anon. You don’t need to be such a glutton, you can just tell me now.”

>”Says miss ‘Mouth full of BBQ sauce’.”

>She sighed with a smile, going to her seat as she passed me a menu.

>”Take your pick, Anon. God is always willing to forgive. Now as long as you’re paying, I may as well get an extra plate of fries and gravy. Or maybe 2”

>”Hey, Angela, why don’t you ever get fat no matter how much you eat?” I said, reading through the menu after giving her a long stare.

>”Angel genes son!” she smirked back at me as she called a waiter.

>We had our rather wholly meal, not even pausing to talk as we both took bite out of bite from the succulent meat. I did manage to catch Angela constantly try to take a fry or 10 from my plate even if she had one of her own.

>Every time she did, I would always steal some more in return. Always making her pout at me and calling out my name. It never bothered me much, despite the fact it normally would be like stealing much of my livelihood.

>”So, how did it go?” asked Angela, finishing her plate.

>”It felt terrible at first.”

>”Really?” she asked, looking at me with concern.

>”Yeah. I started off as a nervous wreck. My boss was all business with a cold stare to boot.”

>”Well that’s not nice.”

>”But I will give her credit though. She knows how to run a company. At least, it looks like it. Straight to the point, and kept it formal, well, as formal as it can be, despite her wanting me to call her by her first name.”

>”Oh really, what was it?”

>”She preferred that her employees called her Lucy, instead of her surname.”

>”Lucy…” said Angela, staring off to the distance.

>”Is something wrong?”

>”Oh, it’s nothing Anon. It’s just, where have I heard that before…? It’s at the tip of my tongue, but I just can’t remember it.”

>”Turns out her full name is Lucile Deeds. So we just call her Miss Deeds if anything.”

>”Deeds… Again, I’m sure I’ve heard that name before, but nothing is clicking.”

>”Anyway,” I said, finishing my plate, “I had to sign a LOT of contracts to get this job. And good news is, I start next week.”

>”Contracts, eh? I hope you didn’t sign one that would turn you over and leave you helpless.”

>”Oh, no. Don’t be silly, Angela. I know my way. Luckily for me, I always read the fine print.”

>”Well, that makes it better.” Smiled Angela, putting both hands together, letting me get a small glimpse of her rosary that I didn’t even notice till now.

>”So, aside from eating, how much did you pray for me?”

>”A lot, Anon.” she smiled, putting both hands on mine as she left the 50 by the check.

>”Well, Anon” she continued, looking at me with those beautiful blue eyes. “We should celebrate.”

>”Obviously!” I smiled back. “What’s your idea of one?”

>”Oh trust me. Consider this as a continuation down memory lane and nostalgia.”

>”Then tell me!”

>”Tell me, Anon. When was the last time we fished together, or threw disks by the hill?”

Short update lads. Have a good night!

>>358841

>There's no way she's getting anon when he's already had so much story solely with angela

>Implying she can't make a new and better stor than the one he has with Angela.

>>358923

I hope you had a good night, anon

>>360259

Is she an angel turning into a demon, or a demon turning into an angel? I can't tell if she's praying to be rescued from demonizing, or repenting and thus turning into an angel.

>>360292

If you look from right to left, you can see feathers sproouting out, where the light shines, and the horns start disintegrating. Plus the original title was Redemption

Found this the other day on danbooru

>>360259

It is so wonderful.

It deserves a story just for the implications.

>>360427

It's beautiful, Anon.

>>360259

>be Anon Greentextmc

>live in small village

>essentially raised by the local priest

>succubutt with family moves in

>little interaction for obvious reasons

>end up giving succuteen help with school stuff because I didn't realize it was her when I called the number

>get closer, but always some distance

>made my ideals very clear

>be cleaning church one evening

>upstairs, overlooking most of the place

>hear someone come in

>succuteen

>pic related

>tfw angel waifu

Should I try to write this out?

>>360818

By all means, give it a shot.

>>360818

Do it, sounds like a good idea.

>>360818

I'd say give her traces of he former demon lineage, but an ascended demon story would be good

>>360889

I await eagerly

>>361113

well you'll have to wait till tomorrow. I didn't have access to my laptop since yesterday. and I'm NOT posting on mobile.

To make up for it, I'll make it 3-4 posts in length tomorrow

>>361248

okay

Good news:

>I finally have a laptop.

>After weeks of waiting and BS moments to get it repaired, I finally bought one.

>I can now get back to updating my story.

Bad News:

>Expect me to drop an update tomorrow when I have energy.

Holy shit it's good to be back.

Don't play games on a craptop while under the sun kids.

And don't trust turkish "Computer Repairmen" because they WILL keep your computer and give you an expensive "Inspection Fee" and then give a raised price to replace a part.

Have some Angela and Anon's (probably) alone time.

>The sun shined, the winds blew softly, and it’s a rather quiet day today. Even for a small town like ours.

>Today, I’m not going to stress myself out. I’m keeping my chin up, and enjoy myself.

>Granted, as I stood before the church, it can get kind of depressing. Seeing something once great slowly rot and mold away gives me an uneasy feeling. But no matter. Angela said that she and her family get by, so it’s none of my concern.

>You’d expect something like a Tuesday to be busy. At least, with loud cars honking, people yelling, and wifely rivalries.

>But today, it felt still. Birds chirped, the sun shined, and even though it’s before lunch, it’s pleasantly warm, and not burning as it would in summer.

>Which simply meant that today was nothing short of perfect and lucky.

>If I didn’t know, any better, it felt like it was done with divine intervention.

>Fitting. Seeing as today is my first unofficial date with Angela.

>At least, I’d make it official, but I don’t want to push boundaries, and I still have a lot to think of and prepare first, so for now, I may as well enjoy the moment.

>I still can’t believe how it went. After a successful interview, I finally get to do some more catching up to do with her. Thinking of all the things we’d do before, and see if maybe, just for a day, relive them.

>So here I am, carrying a picnic mattress and a cooler with some drinks, ice, and secretly packed some of what I still hope to be, Angela’s favorite ice cream pops.

>11:00, and Angela’s gonna skip church.

>Well, more like she got permission to leave early from her father. Not that he was that enthusiastic about it.

>I sat at the stairs outside the old church as sermons kept on, still able to hear father Gabriel preach without a mic. With a voice that loud, a mic would just be unnecessary

>The old man at least needs one though. Doing this for over half a decade can really hurt your throat.

>Not just that, but this place really needs a renovation. Or at least, some polishing and refurbishing. And sure, Angela’s mom does her share, but I doubt it’s enough.

>Honestly, did they even bother buying tools to get this place fixed at least? Why not just hire some handyman to come over and fix this place bit-by-bit? Just take the donations given for the church and just head to a hardware store and-

>”Oh, Anon~” came Angela’s voice from behind.

>She wore a simple white summerdress with a straw hat on her head. It wasn't to revealing, but still was enough to show her cross necklace and the dress hung by her shoulders, giving her more than enough armroom for her to move freely. She looked at me with a very pleasant and gentle smile that was more than enough to make me smile in return. She carried with both hands upfront a large straw picnic basket, but it didn't seem to be heavy for her at all. Her halo glowed well, even under the bright sun, and her blue eyes were more beautiful than the sky at this time of day.

>>363217

>„What's with the stare, Anon?“

>„Nothing, was just wondering when you'd show up.“

>„Well, wonder no more. For your angel is here!“ she said, striking a cheering pose with a smile.

>I just kept staring at her while she regained her position, then cleared her throat in the quiet.

>„What are you staring at me for now?“

>„Since when were you this girly?“

>„What do you mean? I've always been.“

>„You used to hate having to act like a girl when you were young. Not only would we always play together, but the last thing I'd ever expect you to do, would always be to do something girly like bowing with a skirt, or in this case, making a pose like that.“

>„Well, times change, and people change, Anon.“

>„Yeah, I guess that's right.“ I said with a smile.

>„Is… this change good? Do you like it?“

>„I don't mind it. If you it makes you feel more comfortable, then who am I to judge.“

>„Well aren't you sweet.“

>„Besides,“ I said, gesturing her to come to me „we're here to have fun today, so let's let loose.“

>„That makes me happy to hear that, Anon.“ she said.

>Shortly after, she jumped from her position, and then glided quickly till she landed right in front of me, holding the basket well in her hand, dusted herself and looked at me with a smile.

>„Well? You've been doing nothing else but stare all day. It's time to get a move. The lord never favors the slothful.“

>„Would it be slothful for me to ask you, as to why don't we just fly to the park? It'd be quicker.“ I said as we both started walking side by side

>„No, Anon. What you're carrying would be too heavy.“

>„You told me before when we flew farther that I weighed like nothing.“

>„Shut it.“

>„You just don't want to, don't you?“

>„… Is it wrong?“

>„Well, not really.“

>„Besides, I kind of like walking every once in a while. It wouldn't be a good idea to depend so much on my wings.“

>„So you just really like walks, huh?“

>„Yeah. Going so high, so fast, makes you miss out on the beauty around you. I sometimes don't mind a lesiurely stroll every once in a while. It gives me time to admire the trees and road, you know?“

>I sighed heavily, looking around as well as the walk to the park was filled with green leaves and blooming flowers.

>„Yeah, I guess there are some things too that need you to slow down to enjoy.“

>„See? It's not about the destination. It's the journey.“

>„Speaking of journey, how about I make it easier for you?“

>„Hmm?“ she said, looking at me in wonder.

>„How about I help carry that basket for you? It looks heavy.“

>„She giggled as she put her hand before her mouth oh my, such a gentleman. That'd be lovely, but are you sure about that?“

>„I'm sure I can take it, Angela.“ I said, extending an open arm to her.

>„Alright!“ she smiled cheekily.

>She slowly hovered the basket's handles over my hand, as I expected her to slowly place it on mine. But instead, she just dropped it. Making me feel the complete weight of a 10 kilo basket drop to my hand like a bowling ball. I felt my face quinch itself on the pressure, but I gotta stay strong. >Meanwhile, Angela's just looking at me smug, while she knew herself that I had a mattress and a cooler in one hand, and a basket on the other.

>Can't show weakness now. I made my bed, now I lie in it.

>„So, are you all set, my big, strong, man?“ Angela said sarcastically.

>„This feels like nothing… heh.“ I replied, keeping a fake smile as we both continued walking to the park.

>“So, what's your plan for today?“ I asked, carrying the matress and a cooler with some of the food and drinks.

>“Well, isn't it obvious?“ said Angela with a pleasant smile. „Today, we're just gonna take it easy, relax and have some fun.“

>“Well, I'd like to plan ahead, to be honest. You know, bring the right stuff?“

>“Well, anon, you should start taking your own advice. You know, not be so stuck-up and just let loose?“

>“Context matters, Angela. Which in this case, would be you being up-tight and no-fun, being an Angel and all.“

>“And you can't handle a bit of spontaneouity. So I guess we all have our faults.“

>I sighed as I grumbled, turning my head as I saw her give a cheeky smile.

>“Whatever.“

>“Cheer up, Anon. You know I was just playing.“

>“And that's why you're my friend.“

>“Heh… heh… aww…“ she said.

>“What?“

>“N-nothing. It just felt like you were going soft on me, that's all.“

>“Well, you are my friend.“

>“I know, it's just…-“

>“Just…?“

>“Nothing, I'm just warmed.“

>“Well, don't worry about that. According to the forecasts, it will be warmer later.“

>“Oh shut up. You know what I mean!“

>>363218

>By the time we arrived at the park, the place was empty. There were some joggers here and there, but other than that, it was relatively still. It was a huge green park, forests that spread out far, and hills varying in height.

>I remembered when I was younger, I'd go play with Angela, Decius, or my family here.

>The trees were at full bloom, and were at a lively green, as summer’s warmth and the breath of life filled the air. The huge lake that stayed at the center of the park was still. You could see fish swimming up and surfacing every once in a while, and the rentable swanboats stayed still. They’d usually be taken and you’d see young lovers constantly take one and go to the lake’s center just to kiss.

>The moment we entered, it felt like Angela read my mind and knew the perfect place to rest. At the far edge of the park, there is a small hill, growing an old and large tree on top of it. The hill was taller than many of the structures and huts in the park, and had itself a tree, which itself towered over the others with it's height. The park itself was always disconnected and cut off to preserve it's natural wildlife, and yet, it felt like nothing changed over the years. There would sometimes be deer running if you look at the far distance, and even some wild rabbits and cranes. Well, that, and sometimes you'd see their humanoid equivalents alongside.

>The best parts about that hill are both the fact that it was kind of like OUR special spot, and the fact that it was the tallest one, so it gave a complete view of the park. When I was younger, I would always go here with my friends just so that we can make snow forts and sled in winter, and come summer, we'd always play tag and borrow, without permission, the throwing discs of Angela's mom, as well as the old badminton equipment. Granted, she always asked for forgiveness afterwards, and her mom always did let it slide, so it's fair play as far as I'm concerned.

>I laid our picnic mat and baskets down, grunting heavily. I turned to Angela with her back facing me. She rested her arms behind her back and then took a deep breath, stretching out her chest and back, then moving her arms frontward after exhaling heavily. She turned around to me afterwards with a smile, feeling the wind blow softly at her hair and dress..

>“Well?“ I asked. „Are you just gonna stand there? Or are we going to enjoy ourselves a picnic?“

>“Oh don't worry about that, Anon.“ she said, helping me set up and grabbing her picnic basket. „I knew today was going to be special, so I packed us something special as well.“

>“Special?“ I asked, raising an eyebrow as I opened the mattress and held my cooler.

>“You'll see.“ She continued, sitting as we put everything together and started prepping.

>Angela brought out the plates while I brought out the ice and drinks. As she was getting the next bits, she was rummaging through her basket quick then turned to me, holding something behind her back.

>“Alright Anon. You wanna know what I have here?“ she said excitedly

>“Nah, if you're hiding it from me, it's probably none of my business.“ I replied in sarcasm, turning back to my cooler.

>“Har-Har Anon, I'm serious. I got something special for us. And I want you to see it.“

>“But not until I show mine first.“

>“Show?“

>“Yep! Tell me, Angela. Remeber that 'That Really Expensive Ice Cream' you kept talking about when you were younger?“

>“You mean 'Alpen Kuss'? That swiss chocolate that we tried only once when your dad invited us to that 5 star hotel? Man, I haven't forgotten the taste of that. It was like heaven in your mouth. It was worth the price though-.“

>Angela kept talking. She stared blankly as I saw her mouth water a bit

>„But it's still a shame that we couldn't afford any more than just a bar. It made every other chocolate taste inferior. Don't get me wrong, chocolate is still chocolate. And it's still delicious chocolate in the end. It's just that it pales in comparison to that swiss delicacy.“

>“And what about their ice cream brand?“ I asked with a cheeky smile.

>“Even better.“ she said nonchalantly. „It was like the perfect combination of vanilla in a chocolate coating.“

>>363219

>“Glad to see I still got a few things right over the years.“

>“Anyway, why should that matter? Are you just gonna rub it in that I can't ever taste something that delicious ever again because of the costs?“ she said, regaining her senses.

>I giggled as Angela kept staring at me with a pout.

>“OH Angela, relax! What I have here is more likely to make you smile than anything else.“

>“Oh really?“ she said with skeptiscism. „How so?“

>“First, just close your eyes. Ok?“

>“Why?“

>“Don't you trust me? You'll like it, I swear.“

>“Fine.“ she sighed, putting her hand over her eyes.

>“Now open your mouth.“ I commanded.

>She followed, opening her jaw and letting her tongue out.

>As she did, I opened a pack of 'Alpen Kuss' chocolate, broke a piece, and sat it slowly on her tongue. As I did, I put the chocolate bar back in the cooler and closed the wrapping.

>“Now bite.“

>She did. I heard the piece break between her teeth as she let out a surprising and quick moan. Soon after, she was just chewing slowly, letting out a soft moan of satisfaction. It was obvious that she was savoring it, and enjoying the flavor and texture of the piece as she swallowed.

>“Anon, this… I recognize this flavor anywhere.“

>“Don't worry, I got more.“

>“How… How did you afford this?“

>“Look, don't worry about it. Let's just sit here and have fun. You can have more after we eat. Wouldn't want to spoil your appetit, you know?“

>“Anon, that's so sweet…“

>“Sweeter than the chocolate, you mean?“

>“Shut up, you know what I mean.“

>“Look, I showed you my surprise, now you wanted show me yours, correct?“

>“R-right!“ she said in shock, quickly turning around as she grabbed something from the basket and turned back to me.

>“Well, my surprise to you was, uhh… You remember about how much you love my Family's and my cooking?“

>“That depends on who was cooking.“

>She grunted, showing 3 warm plastic containers, each with a different size.

>“Well, Mr. Rude-to-my-Friends-and-Family, it took my mother and I all night to marinate it properly last night, but I brought for us our favorite bbq, porkchop, and homemade gravy!“

>“REALLY!?“

>“Oh, Anon. Don't be too excited. It's just for old time's sake. Besides, it's not as amazing as the chocolate you brou-“

>“Well I don't give a sh-“

>“Language…“

>“Right, right. Point is, the bbq and porkchops that you guys make are like THE most delicious things on earth. And that homemade sauce you have? Top notch.“

>“Oh, you flatter too much, Anon.“

>“No really. You should consider selling the recipie. There are bound to be people willing to buy something this delicious.“

>“No, Anon. I don't think my family and I are willing to do something like that. Why would we sell something we hold dear?“

>“I'm just saying. Don't think of it as losing it's value. Just think of it as 'Sharing your happiness with a price'.“

>“I don't know, Anon. I'm not really supportive of that. Cooking is kind of what we treasure for ourselves.“

>“Alright. Just saying, the opportunity is there.“

>“I know, Anon. I know.“

>“Tell you what, let's not spoil the mood, and pass me the fork and knife, because I, Am, Hun-gu-ry.“

>“'Pass me the fork and knife' What?“ said Angela with a smug look.

>“Pass me the fork and knife, PLEASE.“

>“Better.“

There, done. Hope you enjoy this update. Had to get back on the saddle. See you on monday. Also this is a new laptop so there might be errors.

>>363220

>Playing vidya on a laptop without a fan behind it

>Paying roaches to do anything

Least you learned your lesson I hope. Glad to see you back. Been itching to see where this goes

>>363298

Sounds like the perfect setup for the yangoddess thread

>>363298

What would you call her, a blessed sword?

>>363302

Chosen?

It doesn't really have to be a sword.

>>363223

The only promise I make is that it goes somewhere.

The pacing is a bit slow, so I accept any constructive criticism there is

>>363220

thanks writefag

I'm surprised our MC didn't have any lewd thoughts about our cute Angela.

>>363707

>our MC didn't have any lewd thoughts about our cute Angela

DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE! SHE IS PURE! PURE!

>>363713

Yeah, she is pure, doesn't mean the MC is.

It's something you don't usually think about but It must be difficult to give an angel a backrub

>>363740

>Backrub.

>Not realizing you can make it easier on your angel by giving it a better back+wingrub, plus preening and stretching those stiff wings

>>360780

This triggers me because a nun, no less angels would wear something like that in the first/second pic

>>363220

>The picnic was great. The taste and quality of the meat, together with the flavor of the sauce altogether felt like heaven.

>But what I felt really was the cherry on top was the fact that I got to see Angela's smile as we sat together, ate to our hearts content, and talked about recent experiences and things we missed as we were gone and away.

>You know, for an Angel like her, she loses her manners when she finds something deliscious. I've always known her in private that she would eat like a pig and show no mercy on anything she'd like to gorge herself on. I doubt her parents even know, even after all these years.

>Sometimes I forget she's an Angel, even growing up with her. She never really liked to follow rules that much anyway back then. She was very unladylike when we were alone together and her parents weren't that happy altogether when we'd go to far, but that's understandable.

>“Alright, Anon.“ Said Angela, placing another empty plate beside her as she sat. „What's work gonna be like? Tell me. I want to know every juicy detail.“

>“What's with that gossiping attitude?“

>“Come on. Just curious.“

>“Fine.“ I smirked. „Where do you want me to start?“

>“What do you know?“

>“Well, I'll be working on the numbers. You know, marketing. I'm not sure yet who I'll be working with, however.“

>“At least anyone you will know?“

>“Well, there's the Anubis secretary I presume, she seemed nice.“

>“Yeah. Also she had a ring on her finger. First thing I noticed.“

>“Really? That's observant.“

>“Darn right!“

>“But why were you so focused on that though?“

>“Er, well…“ she looked away for a bit as she played with her hair. „It's just big and shiny, you know? You couldn't miss it.“

>“That makes sense. Anyway, where was I- Ah Yes. There was also that succubus assistant-“

>“Succubus?“ said Angela in concern.

>“Oh don't worry about that. All she did was keep a straight face and typed away everything that happened in my interview with my future boss. She was firm and focused on her job, I wouldn't think about it, honestly.“

>“Well, alright. I trust your decision.“ she said, facing her body at me as she laid her waist down properly on the blanket, having only her elbow to keep herself up.

>“Besides, I'm sure she's not interested in me. We're just going to be colleagues, after all.“

>“Alright. Now for the million dollar questoin: What's your future boss like?“

>“What do you mean?“

>“You know, what's her name, what's she like, how does she look, that kind of stuff.“

>>365220

>“Alright. Her name's Lucile Deeds for starters.“

>“Lu-cile, Deeds?“

>“Yeah. Know her?“

>“No, not really. But that name IS ringing a bell. How does she look like?“

>“Well, she has long silky black hair-“

>“Silky? Did you feel it?“

>“Well, no. But it looked like it. She kept a straight face and loved to smile. It felt like when I was in that room with her, she had absolute control. She was both elegant and professional, and on top of all that she looked and felt like the kind of girl that will always get what she wants.“

>“That's… that's a lot more than I was willing to know, Anon.“ she said with a frown.

>“Oh, Sorry. Didn't mean to.“ I said, looking away in shame.

>“Well did she have a ring on her finger?“

>“Why are you so concerned about a ring on someone's finger?“

>“I-it's just, you know, church things, and father said we have to advertise the church more often and-uh be more open to marriage and show that we have people willing to do their part, you know? Heh.“

>“Well, alright.“ I shrugged. „But no, I don't think I recall seeing any kind of ring on her.“

>“Oh…“

>“Oh, cheer up. I'm not interested in a woman like her. Besides, she looks like the kind of person that's too uptight. You know, the one who doesn't know what fun is?“

>“Didn't you call me that last time?“

>“Yeah, but I know the real you. The real you always did drop her manners when she finds something deliscious for example.“

>“Har-har.“

>“And the real you is also competitive, and fun.“

>“Awww, now you're just saying that.“ she smiled

>“Come on. You know it's true.“

>“Shut up, anyway, what else can you say about her?“

>”Hmmm, black hair, red eyes, did I mention about her body and her suit?”

>”I don’t think I need to know that, Anon. Did she have horns? Blue skin? Tail and wings? She had a succubus assistant, after all.”

>“No, none of that. There were no horns, wings, nor any of that fluff. Skin was quite fair, and safe to say that she's a human, like me.“

>“Human? Nothing out of the ordinary? No parts?“

>”No, Angela. Why?”

>”Nothing. Nothing at all.”

>”But she did nearly force me to sign some fishy contract.”

>”Contract!?” she said energetically, nearly jumping out.

>”Oh, yeah. It was in some weird paper but I didn’t sign it. It seemed like one that would fuck m-”

>”Language, Anon.”

>I sighed

>”Ruin me-Over”

>”What did it say!? Anon, you have to tell me.”

>”Why do I HAVE to tell you?”

>”Well I’m just concerned she might pull something like that again.”

>”Nah, it’s just a piece of paper, it’s not importat, so relax, Angela. Ok?”

>”…Fine… anyway, what did it say?”

>”Can’t remember, just some of that whole ‘Surrender your soul to us forever’ garbage.”

>”ARE YOU SERIOUS!?” she gasped, coming closer to me

>”Chill, Angela. It’s probably just another way of saying ‘Be our corporate drone for the rest of your life’. It’s not an actual soul binding thing. So relax, ok?”

>”I… sorry, I didn’t mean to lash out. I trust your judgement.” she said, backing away with a red face.

>”’All is forgiven, my child’.” I said in a mocking tone.

>She looked at me unamused.

>”Anyway, I can’t remember what’s in the contract, but it won’t matter because I didn’t sign it. And don’t worry. When I remember some of those details, I’ll be sure to let you know ASAP, alright?”

>”Alright…”

>”Now let’s not make a small topic like that spoil our mood.” I said, taking out another piece of Angela's favorite chocolate and ice cream, making her smile a bit as she saw it.

>”We still have a long day ahead of us, Anon.” she said, taking the pack.

>”And we’re gonna spend the rest of it in a good note. What do you say?”

(broke in 2 because the body was too long. Hope you had a good sunday guys. Hope you all went to church and prayed for your angel waifu.)

>>365221

Also, any constructive criticism would be great.

>>365226

You're doing great so far. The pacing is good, mostly because this is dialogue-heavy with minimal narration and your dialogue comes off as very natural. There are a couple grammatical errors here and there, but that's understandable. I've found that the easiest way to fix these mistakes is to read it out loud, even just quietly, to quickly find the rough parts. That's all I can think of off the top of my head.

>>365282

>dialogue-heavy with minimal narration

I should probably work on that. I sometimes feel like I put too much dialogue in my writings in general.

>Grammatical Errors

Ach, Scheiße.

So what if you fall in love with an angel, but have a different/no religion and the angel is stern on keeping her faith?

>>365725

Then she will attempt to convert you throughout your marriage.

>>365725

Well it'd be hard to be an athiest or otherwise deny the existence of a deity when you're in love with a divine servant of them, so I suppose it'd be a matter of you rejecting their teachings. I suppose she'd do her utmost to show you the light, but if you can't be convinced to go to church with your waifu, do you really deserve her?

>>328006

>AD 2018

>Considering a corpus written by the miaphysite heretic authentic

yuck

>>328012

>third picture

yuck

>>365221

>The picnic went well. We both stuffed ourselves full and relaxed as we layed down under the cool shades. When we weren't calling each other gluttons, we wanted to enjoy the crisp and fresh air while we could. I called on Angela, still in extacy over the chocolate and ice cream I brought, but slowly turned as I got her attention.

>“Hey Angela,“ I said, searching in my bag. „How terrible are you at keeping grudges?“

>“Depends on what you mean by terrible, Anon.“

>“I mean, do you still hold grudges from 7 years ago?“

>“That far, huh?“ she said, looking at me with a smile. „Maybe. Who knows. Why?“

>“Oh, nothing. I said, pulling out what I found in my bag.“

>I eased. Showing Angela 2 freshly bought and polished badminton rackets in their casings, and a tube of 4 shuttlecocks. One of the rackets was pink, ,white, red, and had engravings on it, reading out 'Ace Professional'. The other was in a tinted black, red, yellow, and had the same engraving as well. The moment I showed them to Angela, her eyes widened and lit up. And without a word, she just grabbed the pink one and immediately examined it, spinning it around and looked at the racket's casing.

>“'Ace Professional' equipment? Anon, where'd you get this?“

>“Just at the sports store. And relax. I just figured, for once we don't have to use those dusty old and defected rackets that we had before. This one doesn't have any unnescessary holes, isn't bent, and is fresh from the store. Brand new.“

>“But, isn't this a bit expensive?“

>“Pfft, Angela, the price doesn't matter. What matters is, I just thought that we can have a little friendly competition without someone else having the handicap.“

>Angela squinted her eyes for a bit, turning to me with a sour look on her face.

>“What's that supposed to mean?“

>“Aww, come on. I don't mean any foul. What I mean is that sometimes, when we would get competitive in a friendly game of badminton, there would always be problems between our games.“

>“But that's wrong. No we wouldn't. The ones we use from my parents were just as good as-“

>I cleared my throat and interrupted her, sitting upright as I put out my hand and start putting my fingers out as I spoke.

>“'The racket was bent, of course it's not gonna go the way I want it', 'It's not my fault the shuttlecock has almost no feathers. There's no aerodynamics from it', 'I'm not a sore loser, the net's just broke-'“

>“Alright, I get it!“ lamented Angela as she rolled her eyes. “You don't have to rub it in, ok?“

>“You can consider the racket as a gift, by the way. But only on one condition.“

>“And that is?“

>I pulled out a shuttlecock, playing with it on my hand as I opened the casing of the other racket with my other.