@redsplatter | starter call | asmodeus & noah
“I know your secret.” Sing-song words, barely a whisper flitted out between them, though there was no threat or maliciousness in his tone. It was said with the same scandalous tone that one might accuse someone of having a crush. Fingers toyed with the straw in his glass, the same simple movement he’d been replicating since he sat down at Noah’s table a few minutes before. “You don’t have to be afraid, or run, or say that I’m out of my mind…” Though that last part was likely debatable, given who Asmodeus actually was.
“You and I have a lot in common, Noah.” His name rolled off the Prince of Hell’s tongue as if they were old friends and not complete strangers who had met just moments before. “We have similar…interests. But tell me? Were you really afraid when you saw that poor boy in such a terrible state?”