I really thought I was so creative with that title.

Scythe, Rifle, the most wanted outlaw in the Inpherno, she went by many names, but she had a special one when it came to you, she had the title of your girlfriend. You’d been dating Scythe for a while now, you were practically each other’s favorite demons, so it was never an odd sight to see you two together, even when it came to the crimes you’d both commit with one another here and there.

It had been a long day today, from a close-call with Banhammer to a straight up Old Western standoff, it was hard not to be exhausted. You two had taken rest in a saloon in the middle of the sandy Lost Temple desert before you’d eventually return back to The Church. Only a couple other demons remained living within the building, particularly the bartender and pianist in the corner; the rest of the demons either fled or faced Scythe’s blade, causing a few lifeless bodies to be littered here and there, although not enough to get in your way.

Scythe’s metal claws quietly clinked against the glass of whiskey in the hand of her prosthetic arm. She was lost in thought, staring down at the ice cubes swirling around in her drink before she looked over toward your direction, a small smirk growing on her face before she hopped off the stool she was sitting on, making her way toward you.

“May I have this dance, my love?”

The outlaw quietly purred her words with adoration while standing in front of you and the chair you were upon, holding her metal hand out toward you as an offering for you to take. Definitely wasn’t the first time she’s asked for such a thing, she did enjoy the activity greatly after all, especially when it was with you.