тнε тяυтн αмσηgsт Lιεs [CLOSED STARTER]
—「☦」Azure oculars fixated themselves upon the demon that stood before him. It had been nearly six months since the Exwire exam, yet he had been in search of the other for quite a length. He simply sought answers, one of which being a simple explanation as to why he and his companions had been purposely targeted and attacked that very night; however, he had never foresaw the hazardous occasion of meeting with his eldest alone, as their previous altercations had proven to be potentially fatal.
❝Amaimon.❞ He called from behind the demon, sentiments displaying nothing less of indignation manifested his timbre. The other had surely sensed the half-demon miles away; as the forest was devoid of movement itself, almost as if it, too had been silenced by the tension arising from the confrontation.
Needless to say, he was prepared; prepared for the confrontation to escalate into what it had previously, consequently, meaning he was also prepared to potentially lose his life. This time proved dissimilar from the night of the examination, as for this time, there would be no one aside from himself who could bring halt to the skirmish.
-It was a curse.
Being consistently faced with scenarios in which answers had to be gathered, at the expense of it being a probable grave. Fight or flight moments became nothing short of normality, though he bore into his thoughts one questionable fallacy: It was all worth it to find the truth.
-Was it really?
Irregardless. Nothing stood before him now, but the words that his vocals failed to annunciate. And the stagnation of the trees, impatiently hearken to determine the course.
❝Tell me. You're one of the sons of Satan too, right?❞
