@thesinful-lot from xx
The demon heard the voice like a song, slinking through the trees. He wondered if it was indeed the woman he had been looking for. “Charity?” He calls, hoping not to frighten the woman in her misery. He had heard what the scumbags in the SkinChanging underground had been plotting. The triplets whom they had destroyed in their pursuit of something that -in Zel’s opinion- just didn’t NEED to exist. A witch could change their skin if they worked at it hard enough… why bother with creating a hybrid?
“They didn’t have to kill you,” she spoke to no one in particular. To others, it probably looked like she had just been staring into the surprisingly clear water of an old fountain, but to her seeing her late brother, Chase. “I... I’m sorry I didn’t realize s-sooner.” Her voice had started to crack, and perhaps she would have broke down for a second time today had it not been for the voice approaching. She jumped slightly, frightened by the sound despite the fact that she had felt him approaching. Even after all this time, anxiety still got the best of her every now and again.
“It isn’t polite to sneak up on people.”











