#devilpart

                        ❛    So-------------------   you’re   still   alive .    ❜        It’s   a   voice   that’s   utterly   unmistakable ,   COOL    &    EVEN   WITHOUT   SO   MUCH   AS   A   HINT   OF   A   LILT .   The   Darkslayer   standing   a   ways   away ,   hellish   eyes   watching   the   demon   hunter   closely .   HOW   LONG   HAS   IT   BEEN ?   How   long   has   he   been   gone ?   Truly   the   world   is   at   odds   with   them ,   playing   with   their   lives ,   THEIR   VERY   SOULS   (   AS   EVEN   NOW ,   HIS   STILL   HANGS   IN   THE   BALANCE   OF   LIFE    &    NONLIFE   ) .   Still ,   a   part   of   Vergil   even   feels   relieved   to   see   the   younger   twin   well   off ,   EVEN   IF   HE   DOESN’T   EXPRESS   IT .        ❛    I   suppose   it   suffices   to   say   that   a   Son   of   Sparda   cannot   be   easily   killed .    ❜

⠀⠀           ❝ i’m not quite as appreciative of people that follow me around as you think. what do you want? ❞

(   DAUGHTER LYRIC STARTERS --

         A WISE WOMAN once told you never to squander opportunities, to grasp at threads and grip tight till fishing wire cuts delicate palms to bloodied fissures. The yawning maw of your life stretched out before you, an uninviting mine field of crumbling headstones and wilting roses.     You are UNWAVERING, a fool perhaps, to believe in the better nature of people.

You wound your hands into this society of yours, unwilling to lose humanity to their own hubris. Though you scraped dried blood from beneath your fingernails now, GIVING UP wasn’t a sentiment you knew.

                    “ Well, I suppose I shouldn’t   waste it   then, should I? -- ”

CORDIAL, a tongue curled over pleasantries, rolled between teeth. To be personable was a trait required in your field of work, and an inherent reckless care for the living accompanied it. How many second chances before you are the last rays of sun at dusk, you wonder?

A thought not long entertained, for another time, whisked away with the gentle reach to straighten crimson coat. Smoothing the material to presentable.

word on the street ? HOW HAD THIS BECOME WORD ON THE STREET ? who has dated me without me even know ? #concerned #fakenews #fakelove