[With its two sets of eyes, a winged devil glares scowlingly upon the village from a rooftop, clawed hands trembling restlessly at its sides. A creature of war and chaos, every fibre of its being is starved for the carnage and bloodshed it has enjoyed for years; but it possesses neither the will nor the power to disobey the creature whom has both spawned and tamed him.
And so it watches and it waits for a single command, for the slightest hint of murderous intent that will propel it through the darkness, snarling and ripping and tearing.
By its side, a second devil sits at ease on the edge of the roof, one leg dangling lazily, the other drawn to his chest. Something piques his attention and he turns his head, alert and aware. A wicked being this way comes. A creature of the night. He can feel it; and when Drusilla appears, drifting through the village, he wonders if this is the owner of the voice that had tried to tempt him with power. For all he knows, there could be more than one female vampire prowling Luceti.]
…Have you come looking for a warm glass of milk before bed?
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And so it watches and it waits for a single command, for the slightest hint of murderous intent that will propel it through the darkness, snarling and ripping and tearing.
By its side, a second devil sits at ease on the edge of the roof, one leg dangling lazily, the other drawn to his chest. Something piques his attention and he turns his head, alert and aware. A wicked being this way comes. A creature of the night. He can feel it; and when Drusilla appears, drifting through the village, he wonders if this is the owner of the voice that had tried to tempt him with power. For all he knows, there could be more than one female vampire prowling Luceti.]
…Have you come looking for a warm glass of milk before bed?
[He asks, lowly.]