[His eyelids lower, his laugh a mirthless one. Over the years, the devils have become like his sons, Abel especially, for lack of a true family of his own.]
Eager for a demonstration, are you, creature? ...Perhaps I shall oblige you someday soon.
[Ah, but he's not looking for a fight now; he's aware of her dark and powerful aura and contemplates how she might be of use in escaping this otherworldly prison. It is too soon to tell.
He scratches absently at his tattooed cheek, his chin at rest in his palm.]
He... has a natural predisposition to violence; there was not any need to teach him how to rip a man apart or to set him aflame.
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[His eyelids lower, his laugh a mirthless one. Over the years, the devils have become like his sons, Abel especially, for lack of a true family of his own.]
Eager for a demonstration, are you, creature? ...Perhaps I shall oblige you someday soon.
[Ah, but he's not looking for a fight now; he's aware of her dark and powerful aura and contemplates how she might be of use in escaping this otherworldly prison. It is too soon to tell.
He scratches absently at his tattooed cheek, his chin at rest in his palm.]
He... has a natural predisposition to violence; there was not any need to teach him how to rip a man apart or to set him aflame.