Absit Omen
03-30-2014, 01:10 PM
I'm insane, I am smart
All it takes, is a spark, to ignite my bad intentions
And do what I do best to your heart
A weak chuckle emanated as he watched the male study him before responding. He must have looked like quite a sight, it wasn't every day a bloodied angel came from the unknown to deliver some sort of message. Today, Sin was in a rather good mood, otherwise this kid would have had it just for standing there. Venemous gaze became hard then, as plans within his mind began to form. He received the name of the other individual and then a question of his own would be brought forth, and the lips of the fallen angel would lift in a contortions of a grin. The bloodied mess before was still green, he could be fashioned into a warrior that would prove fatal to those who came across him in the future. But the question was; was he willing to learn? The beasts tail flicked lazily behind him as he debated a plan of action. Let the boy talk his ears to death, or see just how right he was about the look of inexperience? He figured perhaps that it was better to demonstrate then tell, though he would have a few more words before deciding for himself whether the young Angelus was worth it.
"Angelus...a fitting name. Do you believe yourself what resides in your name? Do you believe yourself an Angel that might one day release the souls of the land, cleansing them of their Sins?" Oh how he loved speaking in a manner all his own. Contorting and twisting, knowing the other would take it as a dark omen or some other dark thing they wanted, he didn't care. He spoke truth, and he wanted this boy. Sin wanted to create those who were uncreated, to teach them the ways of merciless battle and to give them the strength to do what they never thought possible. Sharpened claws would grind the dirt as he gazed intently upon the young warrior to be. If he chose to flee, Sin would be upon him within seconds. If he chose to remain and perhaps take up his offer, he would begin immediately. Perhaps even here and now with a short fight to test the boys abilities and determination. It all fell upon the shoulders of the one who wanted purpose.
"Speech"
"Angelus...a fitting name. Do you believe yourself what resides in your name? Do you believe yourself an Angel that might one day release the souls of the land, cleansing them of their Sins?" Oh how he loved speaking in a manner all his own. Contorting and twisting, knowing the other would take it as a dark omen or some other dark thing they wanted, he didn't care. He spoke truth, and he wanted this boy. Sin wanted to create those who were uncreated, to teach them the ways of merciless battle and to give them the strength to do what they never thought possible. Sharpened claws would grind the dirt as he gazed intently upon the young warrior to be. If he chose to flee, Sin would be upon him within seconds. If he chose to remain and perhaps take up his offer, he would begin immediately. Perhaps even here and now with a short fight to test the boys abilities and determination. It all fell upon the shoulders of the one who wanted purpose.
"Speech"
Don't be fooled, I was raised by the wolves
Now the moon hangs in full, so you know I won't
Play by the rules
Now the moon hangs in full, so you know I won't
Play by the rules
