The Untrustworthy RogueBound with tailored leather gloves, designed with anonymity in mind--no prints, no trace left behind.The hands unfold a deadly blade--so playfully, almost carelessly quick, with such fatal precision.Eyes as cold and distant as the long-forgotten eighth pseudo-planet in the solar system, always watching without any whisper of empathy.“What do you think we’re fighting for?” a voice asks, uncertainty stinging the air.A quick silver flash followed by red. “I never really was on your side...”
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Claude's Assessments ~ Part Four: Envious Flavors"Ah...That's odd.""What is it now, Claude?" I huffed. He had been assessing my mind and soul almost every few hours of the past week or so. I was almost growing sick of his voice. Almost."When you're filled with that divine wrath, your soul burns with such hatred... And that's odd, because a normal 'human' only feels anger and hate. You, however, the peculiar girl you are..." He paused, as he adjusted his glasses, "Your soul itself changes. And that is where that dark, tangy essence of your soul comes into play. That little spot engulfs your entire soul, turning it a unique flavor." He shot a sidelong glance at Sebastian, who was reading a book quietly. "A refined flavor that only an experienced demon can appreciate."