DEVIL.

—- “THEY TEND TO BE ALIVE BECAUSE I ALLOW IT. As of now, I am deciding on which to leave you; None of them are quite pretty, I assure you.”

BLAME THE DEVIL FOR HAVING IDLE HANDS! They lock around the throats of the sinners, the saints and all among the world’s darkest creatures. Regardless of what would occur, would the boredom of The Count be sated for another day—? Who knows, certainly not Alucard. He denounces his civically to reveal a toothy grin, eyes peering into the depths of the other without the briefest of concern before he bows ever so slightly.

“It is, perhaps, both in a sense. The will to live is a human thing, but you are far from mortal, correct? Then, by your behalf, it is cowardice.”

                       _{———IT’S NOT THE STRUCK CHORD THAT BREAKS. rather, the man considered the possibility that it could be the entire instrument. internally, he grabbed himself before the implications of the beast’s assumption took hold of his mouth. cowardice for running he could take, but to apply the same to his immortality… he could argue against that point.}

❝ you know nothing about me. ❞
words as sharp as daggers, but cold to the touch. he manages that with the current threat, at the very least.

       _{❝ you let me live at your leisure, but i’m afraid i’ll bore you if i don’t get a little jaded. ❞}