Alice grinned, slicing through the angels with elegant poise. Blood splattered her pure white wings and dress. "What are you?" The lieutenant growled, "Fallen." She smiled, placing the sword at his throat. "With quite a bit of blood lust." She laughed, slicing a small cut in his cheek before licking it. She then turned to see Jet rise from the floor.
"Sir." She smiled, bowing. The lieutenant froze. "You... you work with him?" He questioned, fear finally showing in his voice. Jet simply laughed. "Yes. Its me!" He smiled, with a joyous tone, lifting his arms in a sort of widespread V.
Alice backed away keeping her sword pointed at him. "He is all yours." She smiled, then licked her lips making the Lieutenant shudder.