Stories Untold [ x ]
[ @septic-dreams ]
Dark was in his manor, doing work in his office like always. A few months ago, he felt like he was making some headway in his mission to find Mark and make him suffer all the pain he had caused him and the unfortivable actions he had committed. However, it seemed that, over the last couple of weeks, that progress came to a screeching halt and Dark was completely stumped.
He had been working through the same things over and over again between his worktime with Hell and he was losing his patience. It was like dangling a piece of meat in front of a hungry, caged lion and then throwing it away without saying a word. It was infuriating.
The entity sighed in frustration pushing back the papers on his desk and shaking his head; this was getting to be utterly ridiculous. It was the that he sensed a familiar energy enter his manor and he almost rolled his eyes.
"Anti..." he muttered, knowing he didn't have the patience for the other's antics at the moment.
