“When will they learn,” He sighs to himself, gently drumming his fingers against the metallic surface of the bat rested atop his shoulder, “Hiding only gets them so far. . .~” A terrifying game of hide and seek, an unfair little game with the odds ever in his favor. They always said having the favor of a god is ideal--cheating in some books--even if said god is cruel.
A soft chuckle rises from the depths of his chest, taking a rather casual saunter through the long grass of the broken-down estate. Two dead, one bleeding to death as he claws so helplessly at the ground to crawl away. There is still one alive, one he has been watching. “Come on, darling, no use in hiding~” Bright yellow eyes turn, the spot his keen senses pick up a sound, the close rustle of blades of grass, “Going to save this one, or shall I make him bleed like the rest as you try to save your own skin?”
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