WE DIE ONLY TO BE BORN INTO MONSTROSITY
The hellhound was enthusiastic you could say, hopefully for the downfall of the realm. The chaos everything would fall into. And yet, he wanted a companion. He wanted a lover, one to survive with. Their children would grow strong in the world. After all, he believed he would remain unaffected. He had no idea how the plague would truly affect his life, his family. All he knew was the pain it would bring others. So why not indulge in some fun? Even though this girl was not his soulmate, he was hopeful to get some sort of experience under his belt.
His emerald gaze hung on the beauty in front of him. She'd do. His enticing questions sprung on her seemed to catch her attention as she came out of the water. The smirk on his face still present as his gaze wandered her. “Well, now. How could such a boy like you know? Are you perhaps a creator of this so-called doom? I’m very interested in some fun. Have you any idea where to find any? Because I’d love to know.” He chuckled at her as she spoke, tilting his antlered crown to the side. "Perhaps, one of the creators at least." He grinned, admittedly Falicier had done most of the work. Salem too. He just liked to give a helping hand to brag about it later. She settled in the grass and he stepped a little closer to her. "Perhaps the two of us can make our own fun, fool around?" He grinned. "Tell me, have you ever wanted to mate with a Prince? Because, if you'd like to, I'm Prince Chiodos of Amaya."
Walk, "Talk", Think.
THAT RED SUN SLOWLY F E L L DOWN
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