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. ❞

THE DEVIL.

WHY LEAVE SO SOON—? THE GAME WAS JUST BEGINNING; For the Jester before the Devil was always bound to receive a gracious welcoming into the PITS OF HELL itself. The tall, overwhelming man stood still, as though he was rigormortis itself, as he offered no sanctuary in the realm of death / decay / damnation

 “Leaving so soon? Is that a twinge of fear I smell in the air? How cowardly, I have yet to do anything just yet—.


                          ———❝ FUNNY HOW THAT WORKS — a survivor tend to be alive for a reason
he winces at the implication of intent ; the man before him must have felt he had every right to blood and bloodshed. slow as the drip of a venom laden wound, the man approached his stiffened ‘ friend ’ with a kind of put-on expression.

      ❝ is it cowardice or courage to live another day?

THE DEVIL.

HE IS A GRINNING, UNDEAD MONSTER WITH GUTS INBETWEEN TEETH.     & this man found him beautiful?     He must be ridiculous.     Even if he held interest, he would have laughed at him.      —– He was laughable.      So, the King croaked a laugh before speaking.

“— Your taste is quite atrocious.”     He responded, eyes of the red dawn staring him down.      Watch where your eyes linger.

                ———❝ MY TASTE IS NOT FOR EVERYONE. that’s for sure. ❞
the jest seemed well received, if only for the fact he wasn’t a pool of blood on the floor at this very second. something about this man made his skin crawl, and he felt it each time he encountered him.

     ❝ i’ll take my eyes elsewhere. along with my body, if you’d let me. ❞