@hellproverbs | starter call ( fake D )
“𝐖𝚮𝚨𝐓 𝚨 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝚰𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝚰𝐓𝐓𝐋𝚬 𝐓𝚮𝚰𝚴𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝚨𝐑𝚬.”
Power was drawn to power, after all. Tempting vestiges spiraled from their source to entice weaker prey—a near-guarantee of sustenance for the likes of powerful entities who no longer needed to expend the effort to hunt for food, though it was a trick known by a rare few, and employed by even fewer. It was curiosity more than hunger that drew this demon close, venturing to discover who, or what, would even idly draw forth such energies in the human world. It may not even be a demon, some vague voice at the back of his mind wondered, or if it was, it was concealing its presence well enough.
The adoption of a physical, human form was an unnecessary risk to take in the human world for many demons, yet still he took on a handsome young visage as he approached. Cloaked both in black fabrics and sprawling dark curls, the pallor of his skin stood out even more starkly in the low light, and framed a pair of dark eyes sharpened with focus. It was certain by then that this being before him was no simple demon at all, tinged as he was with demonic power, though the newcomer’s gait was still one of nonchalance in spite of the careful distance he maintained.
“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝛐𝐟 𝛐𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝛐 𝐜𝐡𝛐𝛐𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝛐 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝛐𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝛐𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝛐𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬,” came a gentle voice, immediately dispelling with any pretenses of playing the part of a mortal. “𝚳𝐦... 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝚰 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝛐𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝛐𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝛐𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝛐𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝛐𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲?”