collector-of-sxuls
Here Arwin was again, cleaning up another mess a human had made. Typical. The demon saw no way avoiding it though, this was how he got his many souls to add to his collection. He arrived on the scene in a flash and his nose soon crinkled at the smell of blood.
Thanks to his past as a human and life as a demon, blood and gore hardly phased him any more. Even with this much extent. The girl that lay bleeding on on the floor, her soul sat inside of her like a confused child, waiting to be picked up.He was surprised to find that the boy was still there, screaming and hollering to no end. It confused Arwin profusely.
"Ah so it looks like I have one of your kind." He mentioned and he stepped in the pool off blood, staining his black boots. He’d just clean them later. Without a word, he walked over to her,leaned down gently and kissed her, retrieving her soul. "Poor girl, she had a whole life ahead of her, didn’t she. She’s only about 17. Getting ready to graduate high school and move out with her boy friend. "
"PIty. But that wont happen now.You mutilated her pretty badly." He sighed, shaking his head. Turning towards the boy and stared at him with his blackened eyes. "Who am I? I should be asking you the same question."
"My name is Arwin, and I’m a demon who collects souls." He gave the boy a once over. "And you-It looks like this isn’t the first time you’ve killed, we’ve been watching you for a while now kid."
❀ → The raven trembled as the man strutted towards him, frightened. What did he mean by "one of your kind"? He flinched as he watched blood splatter from the force of the boot in the puddle, staring up at the intruder, eyes wide and innocent. The boy scrunched up his face in disgust as he watched the man kiss the girl, nearly throwing up at the scent of her flesh.
"What the hell i-i-is wr-wrong with y-you?" He spat, shakily standing up, back still to the wall. Tears welled in his violet optics as the other spoke of the female's life, extremely saddened by the loss of life and potential. What would happen to the poor boyfriend?
August inhaled sharply at the net cold statement of the other. shaking hs head in fervent denial. "I h-have n-n-n-no id-d-dea what you're t-talking ab-bout! I j-just woke up! I d-d-don't know h-ho-w I g-got here!" He rambled, hands clutching tufts of his fluffy black hair, ready to rip it out of his skull.
"I-I-I'm A-August... August Xylo..." The youth mumbled shyly, unable to make eye contact with the stranger since he walked in. "D-demon?" August stared at him, astonished. He dared not mock this man, he was far too intimidating. "W-why do y-y-you k-keep saying that?!" He yelled, clenching his fists. "And w-why t-the fuck were you w-watching me?!" His voice dwindled as he spoke the last part. Although he was several inches taller than Arwin, he felt twenty times smaller. Brave was definitely not a word one used to describe August. ← ❀