Belphegor, still as a lurking cat in his position, stared back at the other’s face shield as if the faint reflection in it did not show his own complexion, but that of the man instead. If the demon had owned a tail to lazily swish from side to side with, the image could have appeared such a natural fit that it would not have raised an ounce of suspicion from unknowing bystanders.
“What a bold assumption.”
He did not think to further evaluate his cryptic answer. Peor had never been one to make many words where they were not necessary, even in his old days. Common conducts such as manners did not interest him. Whatever he did he would do without apology or explanation, and without asking or announcing himself first. Passion was about the only thing capable of loosening his tongue. Passion, and at even fewer times curiousity.
“Why did you kill him?”
———IT WAS THE KIND OF QUESTION THAT GOT STRAIGHT TO THE CORE OF THE ISSUE. the man was never the type to remain cryptic for long. instead, he approached with the kind of fearless grace a dancer would on hot coals. head behind fiberglass and padding, his voice only carried so far.
❝ it was not my intention to steal your prey. ❞ he began, this time much more sincere in his words. his quota was not exactly large when it came to killing, but it still ran the risk of outpacing his abilities. he was picky with his jobs, and the vigilantism only paid so well.
❝ i’m just doing his ex a favor. ❞
———❝ YOU’RE A LIFESAVER. i thought — thought for sure… i wasn’t going to be able to hail a cab at this hour. ❞ soaked to the bone, the man slid clumsily into the shared backseat. his voice lingered on his vowels, slowed and slurred, though his eyes remained lucid. bits of colorful paper stuck wet to his clothes, illuminated by the overhead light until the door slammed shut and he was just the smell of liquor on his skin.
❝ d’you come from the concert too? didn’t think it’d start raining before doors opened. ❞
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