😈 😈 ( 2.0's gonna try and be a douche so here we go ig )
My muse is losing hope and slowly drifting towards the side of evil. Send 💞 to try to save them, or 😈 to encourage them!
My weakness.
Bane of my existence.
Seemed there were human words that could still resonate. He’d never been much for words. Not in this state. Not in this form. How weak he’d become... and seeing the humanity -- oh, it would be so easy. A grip around this human throat, and squeeze, and squeeze...
The Devil slammed its hand into the human Dante’s throat. Hard. As hard as possible. Of course, Dante still healed back. What little drips of demon blood ran through his body kept him strong.
Just wring it out of him.
Every drop of blood, that doesn’t belong to him...
The Devil snarled in Dante’s face, breath reeking of rotten human blood, stuck in its teeth. It opens its mouth, wide, wider, daring to take a bite.
