makkiro:
Upper lip lifts, showing off a sharp canine. Not that they’d be anything like the komainu’s but still sharp enough to damage if needed. Tho Makki’s main defense was black magic. Eyes flash red briefly, and a low chuckle rolls from his throat.
“Pathetic? At least I don’t cease to exist when rock crumble to the ground.”
His tone mocking, he steps back, shadows curling around him. Hiding him from the eyes, just appear in an other corner of the room later.
“Fragile, fragile creatures. All of you; humans, animals, pitiful gods–”
But his contractor was strong, he was the one providing him with his food, the darkness and fear that closed in over everyone involved like hands around a throat.
“We only cease to exist on this plane, and that is only temporary.” There’s an urge to resort to something more physical. Far too used to his beastial form; far too used to being able to fight his problems. But a one on one fight with a demon like this would be nothing but death, and then he’d never be able to restore his brother’s statue to allow him a path back to the mortal plane. Arms lift and fold across his chest, composure remaining even with the other being’s party tricks.
“Better that than being tied to a single huma until you’re no longer useful to them.” He comments as he turns his head to find the glowing eyes. “Almost as though you’re married. I’ll have to tell my brother that demons make great wives.”
