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                                                 ★ ┨Ⱥℓυ¢αя∂             Ruby orbs gazed to the elder almost locked on as Alucard felt uneasy around the shorter– unable to guess what this thing was. Alucard’s shield stayed up as he glared with an angry look in his eyes. 

                           It stared back into the irate glare of the vampire, a leisurely smile on it’s lips. Suddenly he spoke up, cold cheer in his voice. “What’s wrong little bat, cat got your tongue?” He was used to this.. aura in others. Confusion, anger.. perhaps even fear. These emotions followed him along where ever ever he tread. Most of the time. Either on his own part, or his fellow companions.

“It will happen! I know it will! My beloved would never lie to me! Ha! And what do you think you are- better than us? Are you not human or some- thing? Then what the hell are you!? FREAK!”

He felt nothing but amusement as the raven shreiked and cried in anger, trying to enforce his beliefs. But oh N O, It new better. It understood the way a simple human worked. People’s mental and physical strengths, their ticks and buttons. He knew them well. 

            “Do you wish to be cleansed, child?”

                       “Cleansed? Whatever for? Surely I am much more divine than someone such as yourself. Such a touch... it would only taint another even more.” It had no desire to be cleansed or anything of the sort. He was holy in his own ironic way. “Rather, aren’t you, who is bitter and cold in need of some... cleansing?”

What shame would Gluttony’s feast tables incur if they could not fill up a single being? Oh, yes, she knew of his status as a deity, but Zaxane had a pride to live up to as a hostess!! The poor darling looked so parched, too, twice the motivation that caused her to extend a hand to guide the other into her home. “Yes, food, my darling not. Not these flowers (alas!!) but real, tangible food of meats and sugar and salt. Would you like that, dear?”

                             He nodded with zest, light locks swishing with the movement. “But of course~!” Never would It turn down the offer of food. “Starting with the meats,” he hummed, the carnivore inside him rumbling with content. This person was such a delight, high in rank and a lovely creature. Her looks were absolutely mouthwatering but he wouldn’t have a taste just yet. After all she was being so courteous, this wonderful creature.

                    ‘ No… ——— W-Wyne should — leave. S-Someone’s… waiting for. Him… ’

                      “Whaaaat?  Already?” Don’t rid him of his amusement, at least not yet! “Why don’t you stay a little while, get a feel of the view?” There wasn’t much too look at, rather it was quite the dreary setting. "Who would be waiting for a little spectre such as yourself?" 

                      ❛ Y-you like? Lass has more…                       we can play, yes yes—— ❜

                        “You have more? Great!            Why of course I’d love to play.”            When people talked about the            beauty in art this was what came            to mind as his ideal. Decorating the            remains of the dead, it couldn’t get            any better than that. Or could it?

         Don’t mind him, he’s just          playing with some child’s          skull, trying to decorate it.

                        “Gorgeous! What a lovely skull            you’ve got there.” Decorating children’s            skulls? Count him in, he wants to be a            part of that.

    He quiets himself altogether, untrustworthy of it, therefore seeing to it that it’d be          best to not give away too much information and let it have the upper hand.

                       “Why the sudden silence? Cat got your tongue?” He stuck out his own wet, little appendage for emphasis. A smirk played on his lips as he held back giggles that threatened to spill. Silence itself was always an answer of course.

‘‘Close enough!’’ The white haired man smiled, nodding at himself to have had at least 90 percent of the answer’s right. He wasn’t that knowledgeable about this stuff but had managed to formulate a somewhat alright explanation, after all. ‘‘The name’s Sharrkan. And you are?’’

                        “G,” he replied, lips forming into a toothy grin as the ‘ee’ part was pronounced. Lacing his fingers together he placed his hands on his midsection. "A pleasure to meet you." Though he would hold off on the hand shaking for now. You never know what sort of poisons resided on his skin.