“What is wrong with you?”
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“If you wanna know so bad, why don’t you come find out~?” The blonde answered playfully, his fingers twitching at his sides, testing the wires that snaked around his arms underneath his shirt and Varia jacket. Beneath the massive layers of hair covering his eyes, Belphegor was watching the swordsman in front of him. He’d already heard stories about the man through his line of work, but never had an opportunity to discern rumour from truth presented itself until now.
“Ushishishi!! It’s okay to be afraid. I am a powerful prince, so you should be.” Belphegor withdrew a knife from his pocket and twirled it around his finger absently. The laughter coming from him never died and an ominous cloud seemed to darken his overall appearance, the wider his smile grew.