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     The singular olive was stirred into the gin concoction, slicing through the clear liquid with ease as Celine deliberately played with the contents of her drink. She had been sat in the bar for well over an hour, although the time had flashed by in an instant and she had barely noticed the growing crowds. The warm body sat beside her at the bar talked, and she was in a decent enough mood to indulge in conversation.  

                                                            ❛  Is that so?  ❜  

Over the years, the vaympire had committed many sins, taking life into her own hands in an inhuman way.  ❛ The Devil and I, are on a first name basis. Dear Lucifer is an old friend,  ❜  she smirked at the fair-haired human, noting the sweet scent of her mortal blood. No cocktail could compare.   

Regarding the individual in front of her with mirth, laughter began to escape Sofia’s lips at the thought of human beings confusing the other — especially as they were a human themselves. It was a rather amusing thought, although perhaps once upon a time she would have thought the same thoughts. Humanity craved to destroy what they did not know, what they did not understand. And it had been a slight weakness in her ever since they had destroyed everything that she had known, the good in her life. And now she no longer trusted them, although she would not deny the amusement that did arise from the human before her. “Humans are rather fickle creatures.” 

A small smirk appeared upon Sofia’s lips as she wouldn’t deny the truth in Godric’s words. After all, was this not what she was doing — masquerading upon humans to learn their secrets, to understand them better before she inevitably crushed them like the plague that they were upon the earth? She stepped closer towards him, her eyes flickering over his figure before she finally replied, “And why would you think that, dear Godric?”