11-02-2020, 09:16 AM
Chernabog
The ugly being swooped in behind Vale -- black wings blocking the sun until they folded in. She said nothing as Vale spoke, talking of Gael and his failure to accept challenge. A hearty, grumbling laugh rose from her throat, bubbled out of her mouth. "He'll have to accept at some point. He can't pretend for too long, or He might lose respect." She looked to the hellhound, tilting her head. This was certainly an interesting person.
"I'm Chernabog, a Pittian. Not like that's not obvious." She shrugged, then sat down.
"I'm Chernabog, a Pittian. Not like that's not obvious." She shrugged, then sat down.
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗