KO Your Ass
06-13-2014, 01:29 AM
The sinner had finally recovered, his eyes no longer bleeding out. His form had been stricken with a disease, but no longer. Muscles needed to be worked, so as soon as he was able to walk without dizzying or swaying, he made his way straight to the fields of battle. The stench and decay of blood breached his nostrils, the demon taking in a breath for he reveled in the sickeningly sweet scent of it all. The crimson stained beast wanted someone worth his time, and win or lose, he cared not for it would be the aftermath of the disease that would possibly affect his chances. Even so, he would strive for a win, whether it be dirty or fair...but he was not above the latter. He often did not play nice, but nobody knew that but himself. Claws would scrape atop the rock where he chose to reside, re-sharpening them to the utmost pinpoints of perfection. Never did he let his figure decay in perfection, for he was truly a divine in his own rights. He was a devil, and those he killed and mauled knew that very well. But alas, the dead couldn't talk..and he would nearly giggle in ecstasy as their voices rang in his head, begging for mercy. Even Arietta's when he first penetrated her innocence, and now she was his in all her entirety. Pearly white teeth would flash as he scent out a short and curt call. Venomous gaze sweeping the lands for a potential opponent. He was at full attention, his ambitions today would be satiated no matter the outcome, and if his opponent were to win then he or she would find themselves respected and in good graces with the fallen angel. For it was not everyday one got away...alive. Or intact, for that matter. He would keep his wits about him, for never was he caught off guard. Speech, |
