[It was easy to find the devil if one had the right cards; to call him out and she had been given the proverbial extension a long time ago. When she had first graced the city with her unworldly presence, turning down cobblestone and candle-light to find the gaping hole. The one people warned about, the one that seemed to take fire-light and swallow it whole.]
["There are demons down there," they had said. "-and they're coming for us."]
[Which was slightly true and slightly not in the same breath. He, himself, took to orders when they came. From another source entirely, one stashed away deep underground. A secret kept by the people running office and no one else knew the wiser.]
[But sometimes, the mortal lot surprised and she was always full of them. Her violence, her wrath, and when she came to visit, it didn't surprise him. Instead, he merely smiled to the crack-spit of a burning candle. The touch of hell-fire at those teeth and his shoulders rolled up. Sending the long fur collar of his jacket spiraling across the broad-side of his neck.]
C'mon, lovely, you know I don't need that.
[As if to make his point clear, Greed extended his nails. Shot them out, a feline ready to pounce, and claws met steel with a horrible sound. The melody of the damned as sparks flew off the blade. Punctuating with every bump and scratch of his terrible talons.] Though, don't you have someone who does this for you? You know I don't work for you, right?
[The seven deadlies and they weren't for human consumption. Weren't drafted under a flag or a kingdom, but under one individual alone. The father of monsters and the Sin rose to his feet. Reached his claws to the wick of the candle and pinched it out.]
[Smoke spun from his talons as he turned to face her. Those eyes like beacons in the dark.] You should know better.
[But his smile told a different story. Dangerous and sick as he motioned himself over his hips; undulating with the thought, far too eager with the proposition.]
no subject
["There are demons down there," they had said. "-and they're coming for us."]
[Which was slightly true and slightly not in the same breath. He, himself, took to orders when they came. From another source entirely, one stashed away deep underground. A secret kept by the people running office and no one else knew the wiser.]
[But sometimes, the mortal lot surprised and she was always full of them. Her violence, her wrath, and when she came to visit, it didn't surprise him. Instead, he merely smiled to the crack-spit of a burning candle. The touch of hell-fire at those teeth and his shoulders rolled up. Sending the long fur collar of his jacket spiraling across the broad-side of his neck.]
C'mon, lovely, you know I don't need that.
[As if to make his point clear, Greed extended his nails. Shot them out, a feline ready to pounce, and claws met steel with a horrible sound. The melody of the damned as sparks flew off the blade. Punctuating with every bump and scratch of his terrible talons.] Though, don't you have someone who does this for you? You know I don't work for you, right?
[The seven deadlies and they weren't for human consumption. Weren't drafted under a flag or a kingdom, but under one individual alone. The father of monsters and the Sin rose to his feet. Reached his claws to the wick of the candle and pinched it out.]
[Smoke spun from his talons as he turned to face her. Those eyes like beacons in the dark.] You should know better.
[But his smile told a different story. Dangerous and sick as he motioned himself over his hips; undulating with the thought, far too eager with the proposition.]
Just who is it this time?