THE NIGHT WE MET && double joining.

[LUCIANO BELIAL]

this was strange, in truth. this land was not the land he had grown up with, it seemed darker and less joyous. however, he had only cared if it contained a shelter where he could restart his paperwork. he still had a hard time looking at himself, expecting the familiar dark red of the canine he was trapped in, not the blessed skin he was now residing in.
while cleopatra had been enjoying the new life given to them, the belial was struggling. it just felt so strange. this skin felt so big. the bags under his eyes were much more exaggerated than they used to be, but he was a belial. he was bred for perfection.

with his hand firmly attached to cleo's, he had made sure to keep close to her side. protective was always a word she had used around him, however, he viewed it as protecting his property. it was a simple instinct, he had earn what he wanted. cleo was earned through years of hard work and heartache. the absence of her children haunted him, for he had been a main figure in their life. now, it was just them.

he was used to the cartel, it felt more homey, but he despised carnivals. clowns had a special place in hell, and the joyous atmosphere was ruined by the lack of care. "they need to be cleaned." he was made to be as efficient as possible, his work didn't include fun. it was strictly work.

♛you have not forgotten the taste of honey-sweet blood