VALE

It was funny the way the air got colder and damper the further underground you went, the further you left the light of the sun or the moon. As if their presence could not follow you, protect you from what lay beyond their reach, enter at your own risk. There were other, darker forces that ruled the underworld, prowling and hunting deep below the surface with yellow eyes and rotting teeth.

Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell.

Monsters he could deal with, he was one himself after all. Those that ripped and tore into flesh and drank from the blood of their fallen, he would fight tooth and nail grinning wildly at the promise of death wether his or others didn’t matter, all he knew was that he could. But that darkness that crept at the back of his mind, the cold reaching fingers slowly closing around his soul, blotting out the light. Caressing with razor sharp teeth they pick away at the sanity of his mind whispering sweet sickly nothings.

Feed us, love us

Was it this place or something himself that forced his nature to slip below murky waters? So long had he lived with his thoughts and instincts that he trusted himself beyond anyone else. But now, now he wasn’t so sure. Crooning words brought him back to the surface, watching with honeyed eyes as the fiery crown weaved words of masters and protection. Flowing around the entrapped mare like a liquid cage, sealing her fate inside. The devil circled closer and closer, weaving and singing his song of the damned angel. For a moment he thought the contrasting girl might accept the strange offer, falling into the devils arms and locking the cage behind. But she spoke up, her voice coloured in bitter darkness. Vale frowned his golden eyes darkening, he moved stand next to the swaying mare, lazy and casual his stance spoke of nothing but boredom, but his eyes he laid bare for Panzram and his voice held a steady warning.


“Enough talk of devils and masters, I think, you may be scaring the poor girl. I think we’ve over -stayed our welcome Naira don’t you? Thanks for the…lovely tour”

He wasn’t entirely sure why he was defending the girl, she had walked into the cave of her own damn will and he should probably just turn tail and leave, leave them to their little tea party. But like an idiot he entered behind them just the same, now to turn saviour instead of monster. Damn it he swore to himself, why now to choose light instead of shadow? And could any of them be really saved? They were all demons here, trapped in the darkness of their own minds.


"Talking"
OOC:: Not sure where I was going with that lol sorry it took so long.
Tag::@[Naira]