𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘴 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘷 @MDraguncv

“Evening, fellow ghouls.”

@ReigningOnyx — them to their eternity.” Michaelis was almost giddy as he prodded himself with pleasure just thinking about his role in the underworld. He’d love to take the knife and twist it.

@ReigningOnyx “My poor lady, you still assume that I enjoy fun.” His tongue danced over his lips as he rose to his full stature, stuffing a single hand into his pocket as he used the other to gesture around. “My entertainment is hearing the absent cries of mislead souls as I row —

The fog is rolling in over the pier. Tonight is going to be something different. There’s a strange feeling clouding Michaelis’ mind.

@ReigningOnyx — you get two days to impress me with your work, and that’s it.” He stood to full height, shoving a hand in a pocket whilst the other stroked his chin in perpetual thought. “I will not join in on your games. No ‘clubs’ or anything of that sort. It doesn’t interest me.”

@ReigningOnyx The immortal only stared distantly in her direction. Her chances dwindled the more she rambled on. He wasn’t up for games. He led a very serious life, and was adamant about keeping it that way. Finally he sighed, and rubbed his face with both hands. “Isla, —

@ReigningOnyx — next quest.” His thumbs rolled around themselves as he twiddled them. “Speak, wisely.”

@ReigningOnyx — or the more delightful pier of darkness. Although it was always full of sorrow, he found joy in the demented parts of his brain that would conjure ways in which those people had passed on. “If your next words sound appealing, maybe I’ll consider joining you on your —

@ReigningOnyx — gesture by also coming to a rest on his knees. The Archangel’s expression remained steadfast. “What is there to see? If you ask, I’d say nothing. It’s all concrete and rogue looking.”

@ReigningOnyx “It’s been a few years since I visited last. I look a little out of date, do I not?” The old, but stylish looking garb gave away his cover. It had in truth been almost a century, and he hadn’t aged a bit. The true prowess of the Archangels prevailed. He returned the —

@pellucidhellion Does she have somewhere secluded to approach this?

He’s growing close to losing his sanity, as if he really had any to begin with... The thought of not being able to take the soul is scrambling the Archangel’s brain.

@ReigningOnyx — attention is what is going to nab you.” He offered a curt nod. And, besides, he had no interest in killing someone with power. He was curious about the weaker ones, to over bear them with his mind is what he’s looking for. A fun one night stand.

@ReigningOnyx Being the only one around to haul wallowed souls, no one came by besides the embodiments. He was left out of the loop for far too long. Most information was news to him. “Do not think that just because I’m one of them, doesn’t mean I’m not out to hurt you. Your lack of —

@ReigningOnyx — posture made him have to smother a smirk. Why so upset over something so small? Some beings are ill informed.

@ReigningOnyx He sat as still as could be, unwavering. He only listened until she had let the last breath past. “To be quite honest, I really only sail souls to the underworld. I come to the land of the living very little, and only when necessary.” Her intensity and frigid —

@ReigningOnyx — to subdue him. “So, Isla... you’re a hunter. Tell me more about your profession, darling.” With a blink of an eye, with the power of telekinesis, he pulled up chairs for the two of them, then gestured for her to sit as he did the same.

@ReigningOnyx The slender male was still very skeptical as he eyed her once more. “I suppose it’s a good thing my wounds heal almost instantly.. although I’ve never suffered from one from the blade.” She’s lucky his ability to read her thoughts is hindered, in case she has the inkling —