Falling from Grace || evil-souls-fromthefire
"Boring." Arthur had lit his third cigarette, letting the smoke settle in the air and fill his lungs. It's been months since he last killed, not that it was a bother, he needn't have to clean up the messes he made, which were usually always an annoying chore. But everything was so quiet. Nothing happening, nothing interesting. Things have gotten dull. "So boring." It already took a few attempts for Francis to have the man simply relax; of course he didn't even consider doing that as he continued to constantly work until he finally gave out a few hours prior and lit up a cigarette. The blonde sat at his office desk, the tea growing cold, the snacks Matthew had brought up to him had possibly gone bad, his piles of work now neglected. He glanced at the drawer that held the pentagram the good mister Devil had given him. He contemplated whether or not he should open it to see if it was still there as if to check the reality of it, but without realizing, he had taken it out, rubbing the surface of the pentagram with his thumbs. "....absolutely boring." He tossed it back into the drawer, leaning back and giving a heavy sigh.
