"I didn't say you could negotiate either. You are very bad at taking it when someone says no." He said, his tone sharp and cold like a scalpel.
"I usually don't listen to killers, seeing as how I snuff them out. He stays until he decomposes, or you end up on my table instead."
"I don't care. If I did, I die. You can try and I welcome the challenge but I need this body to make something beautiful. It's a waste to let it rot." He shrugs dismissively and hauls the body over his shoulder.
He sighs, rubbing his face. "Gods, why must killers be so particular?... Fine."
"Good boy." He laughs coldly and walks downstairs, carrying a bottle of kersone with him. He spills it through out the place before stepping back and pulling out his lighter. It catches the entire house bursts into flames.
"They either love me or hate me, either way they get the axe eventually." Black tendrils emerge from the entity's face hole, coiling around Simon's shoulders. "I didn't ask you to do this."
He nods, then begins eating the thing himself. "So, what's up? Settling in nicely?"
"I didn't ask you to ask me. I wanted to." He said, his tone clipped. He stares at the tendrils and blinks slowly.
"The sky?" He chuckles, laughing at his own joke "Nah, nothing much. Thinking about saving up for a new rig. Better than the one I got now but she holds a spot in my heart." He puts a hand over his left pec and pretends to swoon.
The tendrils wrap around each other, forming a humanoid, if too-long, muscular system.The mass of the blood creature spills out to continue forming the fulminating body of the Starving Dark. "Have you considered that maybe it's not your place?"
"That sounds all good. I was worried one of the demon lords would have messed with you by now or something." He flops onto his side, laying his head on Sam's lap.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I didn't say you could negotiate either. You are very bad at taking it when someone says no." He said, his tone sharp and cold like a scalpel.
"I usually don't listen to killers, seeing as how I snuff them out. He stays until he decomposes, or you end up on my table instead."
"I don't care. If I did, I die. You can try and I welcome the challenge but I need this body to make something beautiful. It's a waste to let it rot." He shrugs dismissively and hauls the body over his shoulder.
He sighs, rubbing his face. "Gods, why must killers be so particular?... Fine."
"Good boy." He laughs coldly and walks downstairs, carrying a bottle of kersone with him. He spills it through out the place before stepping back and pulling out his lighter. It catches the entire house bursts into flames.
"Pardon?" he asks, leering at them
Simon bursts out laughing, his pupils turning to pupils "I should kill you.. put you back in hell where you belong. Hell, I would be so happy to do that and watch your blood drain from your body..." He tilts his head back and exhales "But I won't."
"They either love me or hate me, either way they get the axe eventually." Black tendrils emerge from the entity's face hole, coiling around Simon's shoulders. "I didn't ask you to do this."
He nods, then begins eating the thing himself. "So, what's up? Settling in nicely?"
"I didn't ask you to ask me. I wanted to." He said, his tone clipped. He stares at the tendrils and blinks slowly.
"The sky?" He chuckles, laughing at his own joke "Nah, nothing much. Thinking about saving up for a new rig. Better than the one I got now but she holds a spot in my heart." He puts a hand over his left pec and pretends to swoon.
The tendrils wrap around each other, forming a humanoid, if too-long, muscular system.The mass of the blood creature spills out to continue forming the fulminating body of the Starving Dark. "Have you considered that maybe it's not your place?"
"That sounds all good. I was worried one of the demon lords would have messed with you by now or something." He flops onto his side, laying his head on Sam's lap.
"I don't care. Some people deserve to die." He said, truly believing it from the tone of this voice "Most deserve it if I am being honest."
"Demon Lord's?" He raises a brow "What do you mean?" He asked.
Simon bursts out laughing, his pupils turning to pupils "I should kill you.. put you back in hell where you belong. Hell, I would be so happy to do that and watch your blood drain from your body..." He tilts his head back and exhales "But I won't."
He laughs with Simon. "I don't have blood, dear murderer. I can't even be stabbed."
The tendrils wrap around each other, forming a humanoid, if too-long, muscular system.The mass of the blood creature spills out to continue forming the fulminating body of the Starving Dark. "Have you considered that maybe it's not your place?"
"That sounds all good. I was worried one of the demon lords would have messed with you by now or something." He flops onto his side, laying his head on Sam's lap.
"I don't care. Some people deserve to die." He said, truly believing it from the tone of this voice "Most deserve it if I am being honest."
"Demon Lord's?" He raises a brow "What do you mean?" He asked.
The demon wraps its long, long arms around his neck, putting its lipless mouth next to his cheek. "I never said anything about it being wrong."
"I dunno, there are a lot of powerful monsters around here, and they tend to mess with people. I tend to clean up after them."
The tendrils wrap around each other, forming a humanoid, if too-long, muscular system.The mass of the blood creature spills out to continue forming the fulminating body of the Starving Dark. "Have you considered that maybe it's not your place?"
"That sounds all good. I was worried one of the demon lords would have messed with you by now or something." He flops onto his side, laying his head on Sam's lap.
"I don't care. Some people deserve to die." He said, truly believing it from the tone of this voice "Most deserve it if I am being honest."
"Demon Lord's?" He raises a brow "What do you mean?" He asked.
The demon wraps its long, long arms around his neck, putting its lipless mouth next to his cheek. "I never said anything about it being wrong."
"I dunno, there are a lot of powerful monsters around here, and they tend to mess with people. I tend to clean up after them."
Simon closes his eyes for a bit, the room seeming to go silent before he cracks open an eye "You don't know what you are doing," he said "You might want to step back while you still can."
Sam laughs tenderly, his bright blue eyes glittering like the sea when the sun sets "I try to stay away from them anyway. Might make a friend or two but I don't go looking for trouble."
Simon bursts out laughing, his pupils turning to pupils "I should kill you.. put you back in hell where you belong. Hell, I would be so happy to do that and watch your blood drain from your body..." He tilts his head back and exhales "But I won't."
He laughs with Simon. "I don't have blood, dear murderer. I can't even be stabbed."
"Everything can die. magical or not." he shrugs.
"Takes a lot to hurt me."
"Believe me.. There is nothing I want more than to hurt you, take you apart, and watch you writhe with uncertainty that your life can go on." He says and sighs "But he said I should be careful, not get into fights."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Simon bursts out laughing, his pupils turning to pupils "I should kill you.. put you back in hell where you belong. Hell, I would be so happy to do that and watch your blood drain from your body..." He tilts his head back and exhales "But I won't."
He laughs with Simon. "I don't have blood, dear murderer. I can't even be stabbed."
"Everything can die. magical or not." he shrugs.
"Takes a lot to hurt me."
"Believe me.. There is nothing I want more than to hurt you, take you apart, and watch you writhe with uncertainty that your life can go on." He says and sighs "But he said I should be careful, not get into fights."
"And what is it about me that causes such desires?"
*this feels... maybe a little personal.*
*So I am gonna explain it as best I can. Simon is extremely sadistic and is obsessed with the Starving Dark. The man he killed uttered a curse at them, and he went ballistic. He hates everyone, including himself, but is absolutely devoted to the Starving Dark.*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The demon wraps its long, long arms around his neck, putting its lipless mouth next to his cheek. "I never said anything about it being wrong."
"I dunno, there are a lot of powerful monsters around here, and they tend to mess with people. I tend to clean up after them."
Simon closes his eyes for a bit, the room seeming to go silent before he cracks open an eye "You don't know what you are doing," he said "You might want to step back while you still can."
Sam laughs tenderly, his bright blue eyes glittering like the sea when the sun sets "I try to stay away from them anyway. Might make a friend or two but I don't go looking for trouble."
It places a large hand on the back of Simon's head, pulling it back. It looms over him, over 11 feet tall, electric black saliva dripping from its mouth. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing, little treat." Its empty sockets crackle with red static.
Felix nods, and his big spiral eyes slowly close. "You're a nice guy."
Simon bursts out laughing, his pupils turning to pupils "I should kill you.. put you back in hell where you belong. Hell, I would be so happy to do that and watch your blood drain from your body..." He tilts his head back and exhales "But I won't."
He laughs with Simon. "I don't have blood, dear murderer. I can't even be stabbed."
"Everything can die. magical or not." he shrugs.
"Takes a lot to hurt me."
"Believe me.. There is nothing I want more than to hurt you, take you apart, and watch you writhe with uncertainty that your life can go on." He says and sighs "But he said I should be careful, not get into fights."
"And what is it about me that causes such desires?"
*this feels... maybe a little personal.*
*So I am gonna explain it as best I can. Simon is extremely sadistic and is obsessed with the Starving Dark. The man he killed uttered a curse at them, and he went ballistic. He hates everyone, including himself, but is absolutely devoted to the Starving Dark.*
He shrugs and tilts his head "I am angry."
*got it. sorry*
"Most people are."
"Yeah but they are able to deal with it, quell it. I have always been angry, from my birth to most likely my death." he says, his montone, cold voice sounding clipped.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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"Good boy." He laughs coldly and walks downstairs, carrying a bottle of kersone with him. He spills it through out the place before stepping back and pulling out his lighter. It catches the entire house bursts into flames.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The tendrils wrap around each other, forming a humanoid, if too-long, muscular system.The mass of the blood creature spills out to continue forming the fulminating body of the Starving Dark. "Have you considered that maybe it's not your place?"
"That sounds all good. I was worried one of the demon lords would have messed with you by now or something." He flops onto his side, laying his head on Sam's lap.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Simon bursts out laughing, his pupils turning to pupils "I should kill you.. put you back in hell where you belong. Hell, I would be so happy to do that and watch your blood drain from your body..." He tilts his head back and exhales "But I won't."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I don't care. Some people deserve to die." He said, truly believing it from the tone of this voice "Most deserve it if I am being honest."
"Demon Lord's?" He raises a brow "What do you mean?" He asked.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Everything can die. magical or not." he shrugs.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The demon wraps its long, long arms around his neck, putting its lipless mouth next to his cheek. "I never said anything about it being wrong."
"I dunno, there are a lot of powerful monsters around here, and they tend to mess with people. I tend to clean up after them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Simon closes his eyes for a bit, the room seeming to go silent before he cracks open an eye "You don't know what you are doing," he said "You might want to step back while you still can."
Sam laughs tenderly, his bright blue eyes glittering like the sea when the sun sets "I try to stay away from them anyway. Might make a friend or two but I don't go looking for trouble."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Believe me.. There is nothing I want more than to hurt you, take you apart, and watch you writhe with uncertainty that your life can go on." He says and sighs "But he said I should be careful, not get into fights."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*helo*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*So I am gonna explain it as best I can. Simon is extremely sadistic and is obsessed with the Starving Dark. The man he killed uttered a curse at them, and he went ballistic. He hates everyone, including himself, but is absolutely devoted to the Starving Dark.*
He shrugs and tilts his head "I am angry."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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It places a large hand on the back of Simon's head, pulling it back. It looms over him, over 11 feet tall, electric black saliva dripping from its mouth. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing, little treat." Its empty sockets crackle with red static.
Felix nods, and his big spiral eyes slowly close. "You're a nice guy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yeah but they are able to deal with it, quell it. I have always been angry, from my birth to most likely my death." he says, his montone, cold voice sounding clipped.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘