I need the souls of a humanity too concerned with its own greed to start roasting over an open pit, marinated in the juices of their own despair. I need new servants, new lesser demon slaves who know how to get sh*t done. I need the throne of Hell itself. Rub that.
"You're the teacher, shouldn't you tell me?" She asked almost teasing yet she was sure she had much to learn of which he was well aware. As their kisses intensified her arms slipped back around his neck letting her fingers gently play around the tips of his hair as her body pressed closer to his.
-A soft smile spread as she heard him laugh but still she didn't know why he laughed- Decided to do something I was trained not to. To feel… so strange. It's once but still. Is it romantic of me? I didn't know I was.
She approached him dragging a corspe behind her. Blood dripped down from her lips trailing down her neck and staining her white gown as well as strands of her hair. Only a few feet away she turned ever so slightly bringing the corpse in front of her and dropping it at his feet without a word.
