It’s inevitable, it seems.
More people were coming-- or things. Or humanoids. It didn’t matter, really. He’d destroy them. Maybe toy with them a little before doing so. That’s all that really mattered in this case.
He was a demon, thriving on combat and malice. Everyone’s hatred-- The demon laughed. He’d be the bane of everyone’s existence, and he would make sure the world was set into ruin.
“A hunk of junk tryin’ to step up towards ME. Hah, I could cut you in half. But I want amusement, so try not to break easily!”
@stainscarlets || Demon!Vicious Starter Call










