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 The demoness is usually one of remarkable composure, one that flawed mortals have always strived towards but fail ultimately - but on this rare occasion, she snaps at the lovely angel, pointing a well-manicured finger at her with a scowl.

"Consider yourself blessed that I've endured your previous transgressions on many an occasion because of my duties, but now I bid you adieu..."

"You-" The angel opens her mouth to speak, a scowl on her face matching the demoness.

"...and by that, darling, I mean, get the hell out of here or I'll beat you to a pulp."

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