11-13-2018, 01:50 PM
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The demon had always thought himself to be an antisocial creature. Such was proved time and time again, pushing others away, never really participating in any large events or finding himself drawn to the crowds that always seemed to gather. He had never been too concerned with the troubles of the petty little beings that lived on this world. Curious things mortals were, but not curious enough to pique his interest on the regular. All they did was complain and trust too much or trust too little, pick fights and start wars over small things. From his view, such things were rather amusing. Problems that could be fixed with a few words, an apology from both sides, always escalated to bloodshed. Stupid little beasts.
Loyalty and trust were things that did not come easy from a man such as Bubonicplague. He had been around long enough to know that they were not things to give away freely. Trust given to a mortal or the loyalty of a demon; it was hard to come by, harder from possibly the most stubborn demon still roaming the mortal planes. Still, it wasn't impossible. There were few that had ever managed to bond with the beast and none that still lived to this day. A part of him wanted to change that, but the chances were slim, and they always would be. He was not keen on forming trusts when he knew he would always be the last to die. He always outlived his loved ones. Always.
Ears twitched once upon hearing approaching steps, followed by a voice that grated upon his ears. A simple question asked, a simple answer he would return. "I do." Came his flat rumble, pristine white gaze turning downward to meet Caesar's. Blind eyes narrowed briefly before he lifted his head once more. He had hoped the second arrival to be the one he had been looking for; a brief moment passed, silence filling the air as the other did not speak, and Bubonicplague decided it was not Pincher. The third surely was not; the tone of voice that greeted him was light, and the demon could almost hear his smile. Not Pincher.
His lip curled lightly in annoyance. Perhaps the devil's luck had not followed him here. "My business is not with any of you, but perhaps you can help me." Bubonicplague knew he was not in a position to make demands; this place was foreign to him, and while he doubted any of the three that had come to greet him were at all powerful, it would be smart of him to tread lightly. Pincher was a businessman, he had heard such himself, but he doubted any of those skills were passed through his crew. Dull pirates that knew not what was in store for them. "I've come to speak to Pincher. Fetch him for me, will you?" The demon drawled out, exhaling another cloud of smoke. Let's get this over with, shall we?
The demon had always thought himself to be an antisocial creature. Such was proved time and time again, pushing others away, never really participating in any large events or finding himself drawn to the crowds that always seemed to gather. He had never been too concerned with the troubles of the petty little beings that lived on this world. Curious things mortals were, but not curious enough to pique his interest on the regular. All they did was complain and trust too much or trust too little, pick fights and start wars over small things. From his view, such things were rather amusing. Problems that could be fixed with a few words, an apology from both sides, always escalated to bloodshed. Stupid little beasts.
Loyalty and trust were things that did not come easy from a man such as Bubonicplague. He had been around long enough to know that they were not things to give away freely. Trust given to a mortal or the loyalty of a demon; it was hard to come by, harder from possibly the most stubborn demon still roaming the mortal planes. Still, it wasn't impossible. There were few that had ever managed to bond with the beast and none that still lived to this day. A part of him wanted to change that, but the chances were slim, and they always would be. He was not keen on forming trusts when he knew he would always be the last to die. He always outlived his loved ones. Always.
Ears twitched once upon hearing approaching steps, followed by a voice that grated upon his ears. A simple question asked, a simple answer he would return. "I do." Came his flat rumble, pristine white gaze turning downward to meet Caesar's. Blind eyes narrowed briefly before he lifted his head once more. He had hoped the second arrival to be the one he had been looking for; a brief moment passed, silence filling the air as the other did not speak, and Bubonicplague decided it was not Pincher. The third surely was not; the tone of voice that greeted him was light, and the demon could almost hear his smile. Not Pincher.
His lip curled lightly in annoyance. Perhaps the devil's luck had not followed him here. "My business is not with any of you, but perhaps you can help me." Bubonicplague knew he was not in a position to make demands; this place was foreign to him, and while he doubted any of the three that had come to greet him were at all powerful, it would be smart of him to tread lightly. Pincher was a businessman, he had heard such himself, but he doubted any of those skills were passed through his crew. Dull pirates that knew not what was in store for them. "I've come to speak to Pincher. Fetch him for me, will you?" The demon drawled out, exhaling another cloud of smoke. Let's get this over with, shall we?
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I AM THE END OF ALL THINGS.
I HAVE SEEN THE FALL OF BABYLON.
I HAVE DRUNK THE BLOOD OF KINGS.
I HAVE SEEN THE FALL OF BABYLON.
I HAVE DRUNK THE BLOOD OF KINGS.