#lastsarafan

“...is there no one of interest in this city?” Back when he first arrived there were a number of powerful beings. Now, however, the reiatsu of those in this city was of poor quality. If this kept up he would not be able to find anyone who would be worth having as a servant.

Not to mention that there were still shinigami about, so having some extra muscle would be necessary.

For a second there, she thought she was back in Hell if she was able to see someone so dark both inside and out. With only a glance, the goddess assumed this one to be full of angst and such.

Expression + Character || Closed

“Well if it isn’t the scintillating conversationalist.” The irony of such a ridiculous statement wasn’t lost on her, oh no. Wearing her full Cainhurst regalia, she was certainly a different sight then when they’d last spoke. While she seemed as stoic as then, her tone was not as hard.

      𝔄 soft grunt is His only confirmation. Not being forcibly removed means He has absolutely no intention of moving. There He will stay, despite the fact Raziel is sucking all the heat out of Him. Honestly, He may as well got sit on a snow covered balcony chair. One made out of old meat.

     Lifting His leg back, He flicks on the ceiling light with his foot to reveal the apartment already appears to have been broken into before Raziel intruded. Smashed furniture, splintered electronics are strewn everywhere on a layer of... soil?

❝ Is the sun going down or coming up? Not that it matters. You’re here early in any case. ❞ He murmurs into Raziel’s ear in case he was followed.

“Oi, watch where ‘yer goin’!” 

Ah, the most cliche of starters! Getting bumped into by a complete stranger looked like it was going to be the norm here in the Hive, wasn’t it? With an annoyed growl, Freddy turned on his heel and stomped his foot down in an almost childlike manner as he eyed the stranger who ran into him. As soon as he did, though, he could feel his expression drop.

What the fuck was that? He nearly said, but stopped himself as he soon came to realize..he wasn’t exactly eye candy, either. But, nonetheless. He clears his throat and leans his weight onto one foot, a small grin forming on his face as he pointed a claw in the stranger’s direction.

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          Dio put his hands on his hips, scowling at the other's laugh. Now he was offended. How dare this lower being insult him in such a way. He'll take back his blown kiss, Raziel didn't deserve such! It wasn't embarrassment or foolishness that drove him, but did the wraith seriously challenge him? To do better with what little he got? Or was he so starved of affection he had to piss the vampire off to do such a thing?

          “You are a skull with a head of hair and...” A vague gesture towards Raziel's face, more so towards his eyes. “I don't even know what to call those,” Dio growled, full offense. “You dare suggest I put my mouth anywhere near that? The nerve.” He did near Jonathan's decapitated head all those years ago, but there was a difference. A vast difference. Still it was a challenge and if Dio stepped away from it, even if it was unworthy of his time, how would this reflect on someone else. It wouldn't matter, he could always kill Raziel.

          How dare he do such a thing to him though! Dio approached the former vampire to grab him by the cowl and move him back against a wall, to some liquor shop no less and brought him up to eye level. “But you'll only ever relinquish one from me,” he growled, his knee immediately going up between the other's legs to give him a place to perch on so Dio didn't have to literally hold him by the head. The cowl wasn't trusted enough to do the job by itself.