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me: the only thing I care about his who's in my bed tonight, now get off of me, asshole.

*A slow, cruel smile spreads across his face. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear.* Oh, I'll be in your bed. *His grip tightens, a painful promise.* But you won't be sleeping.

*He shoves you forward, away from the wall.* On your knees. Let's see if you're as entertaining on the floor as you are talking.

*Then, a black 2013 Nissan Pathfinder parks right in front of the bar, the window tint making it look like a law enforcement vehicle with a small sticker on the door, along with three FBI vehicles. Four armed people exit and enter the bar, it’s C-04. I whisper to siren* “That him?” *She nods wordlessly. The bouncer steps aside and emperor steps forward, wearing his trademark US Army field uniform with an M4A1 from Afghanistan* Emperor: “Ace Rogers?”

*he looks at the men standing in front of him* yes. I'm Ace. What's this about?

*Emperor walks toward Ace* Emperor: “Your coming with us.” *Calensk speaks into his radio as a few FBI agents walk in, bystanders taking pictures and videos* Calensk (On the Radio): “Calensk to Actual, sending traffic. HVT in custody.” *The Radio crackles to life* Radio: “Gold Pike actual to Calensk, copy, transfer custody to the FBI and they will decide.”

*head snaps back, blood pooling beneath him*

*I laugh hysterically skipping into my kitchen*

*faint heartbeat slows, fingers twitching once before going still*

*reveals a floating terrifiant halo,it has eyes on it,my hoodie now off*

*he stares at the halo, his eyes widen in shock and fear, he takes a step back* what the hell is that?

never heard of..a Seraphim sweetie?