❝ you actually came, hunter. ❞ an anonymous note is hardly a reliable source, especially one suggesting demons in an art gallery, but, well...needs must. amalia's a little surprised someone turned up, is all. a museum after dark is never a wasted evening, but this is better. probably. it could be a terrible miscalculation on her part—but amalia is very good at maths. she steps out of the shadows, adding, ❝ it's me, anonymous. ❞
she's a creative; who doesn't like a little drama?
her heels are loud on the parquet, her eyes too bright and too violet to be human. she knows this; so much of what she projects might be performance, but it's been a long time since amalia was willing to hide the very core of herself away. nobody is ever fully one thing, aside from the core of their nature: human, vampire, demon. ❝i know what you're thinking, she's not human, it would be easier to kill her now, blah blah blah. and you could try. ❞
there would be a fight. and she's hard to kill, but she'd rather avoid it. amalia rather likes being alive. she just painted her nails, if nothing else. she holds them up now, sharp and deep purple. ❝ three reasons. one, you've never seen me hurt anyone. two, this is a very expensive painting, and it would be a shame to ruin it with blood. and three. i asked you here. demons are taking girls, and you're rather more adept at stopping them than i. ❞
@embodies liked for a starter
