Username: Dawning Reality
Prefered Genres: Modern, Futuristic, Assassin, Experiment
Limits/ Won't Do: Yaoi, Yuri, Overly used plot ideas
Online: At least an hour every day.
Other/Notes: Looking for a few good roleplays or roleplay partners.
Damien could feel the change happening before it even started to show itself. But what truly amazed him was the fact that the lesser demon had been able to conceal himself for so long, no doubt thanks to his father. His lips curled in a silent snarl as his eyes immediately shot to the demon, the dark brown eyes now replaced by the same crimson color that edged them earlier. Noboby, not even the devil himself, told him when to complete his assignment, and this was no different.
Instantly he was on the lesser demon, his right hand wrapped tightly around the creatures throat, "Don't ever tell me what to do, trash." With a spasm of strength only a demon could possess, he crushed the creatures throat and ripped it out, spilling a large amount of thick, blackish blood onto the shirt of the once old man.
Should of been more careful, damn, now this means more will come, and in greater numbers. Father won't recognize this as a simple act of pride or arrogance, he'll see it as betrayal.
The crimson left his eyes as the figure before him slowly faded into ashes, as well as the bloody mess in his hand. Already, he could feel more of the creatures approaching, and quickly at that.
"Looks like you just made my decision for me." he muttered as the last bit of ash was blown away. The two of them were lucky for now, Satan hadn't sent out his right hand man yet, it would be a little bit before that. First they'd have to contend with scores of lesser demons, like the one before him, and then higher ranked demons would come.
The Prince spun on his heel and moved quickly towards the girl and grabbed her by the elbow, "Don't ask questions, don't scream, don't do anything, but follow me." He said, his voice dangerously low, and squeezed her elbow to prove his point. It wasn't enough to break it, but she'd feel a little bit of pain.
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