I'M NO ANGEL

Granules of obsidian sand blended against the ivory fur that coated his paws as he walked, the sand shifting effortlessly beneath him. He paused in his step, his talons flexing in the sand, digging into the ground, before relaxing and releasing the earth beneath them. The devil could only view himself as a gift to this amicable world. All the silly little fools who resided in packs, truly only chose the soft life if offered to protect them from demons like he. That wouldn't save them No, he'd bring their pathetic excuses for empires to their knees. These fools ruled with compassion, kindness, and alliances. It made him retch. The sodding fools had no idea how to rule and empire. Their common people should fear them- not seek and appeal to their mercy. Fear was a much better motivator... but where to begin?

Ivory haunches lowered to the ground, as he mulled over his plans- trying to identify what way to best go about getting what he wanted- complete chaos. There wasn't an army in the world that could stop him. However, if that army's ranks were filled with the swelling hips of many beautiful women, he could perhaps, convince himself to spare their lives. The smirk that pulled at his lips, almost caused him to miss the scent of another- his head turned sharply to the side, taking in a deep breath. Speaking of women He thought, How perfect. Words slid from the confines of his chest, with a rumbling growl. "Come out and play, darling. I promise to bite.... hard."