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Post by Phillis Von Christ on Oct 21, 2011 21:02:19 GMT -5
Phillis walked around the center of town. He kicked along a small pebble. He didn't know what to do anymore, he felt so exhausted all the time. Lately, he had helped so many people out that it just felt weird. Why had he suddenly become so kind and sympathetic? He didn't feel much like himself. In fact, his self esteem had gone down heavily.
A large gust of wind blew by. The weather was beginning to get colder and colder. Phillis sneezed into his sleeve. Oh dear, I hate this season.
He considered going back to Paineston. After all, people would find out about his secret eventually. Especially with the kid he had met at the pub. It was only a matter of time.
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 21, 2011 21:08:02 GMT -5
Walter walked through the town, someone else's blood on his black hands. To do the job his lord had requested, he had to be in his demon form. So there he was, walking through town with his hands dripping blood. People stared in fear as he passed by. The demon form of him did not care that few had seen him like this, and it was quite a shock.
He recodnized Phillis, a boy he was friends with in his disguise. Rolling his eyes, he ignored him while he passed by.
Post by Phillis Von Christ on Oct 21, 2011 21:10:07 GMT -5
Phillis noticed Walter walk by, a trail of blood following him. "Hey, Walter!" He called. "Are you hurt? That's a lot of blood.." he pointed to the mans hand.
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 21, 2011 21:13:16 GMT -5
"Ehh?" Walter looked down at his hands, and busrst out laughing. "Me? Hurt? Of course not, this is far from my blood!" Walter smirked at Phillis. He found it funny that the boy did not notice his change of apperance. Wings, hands, hair and even eyes were different.
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 21, 2011 21:22:56 GMT -5
"No, really?" Walter said sarcastically. "If you havent noticed, I am not in my disguise currently, featherbrain." Walter ran a hand through his messy hair, making it have streaks of blood through it.
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 21, 2011 21:40:27 GMT -5
"No shit." His mouth became a tight line, and he spoke firmly. "What, did you hope that I would stay like your poor sweet Dante forever? Let me tell you something, bud. He's dead, get over it. Only reason my disguise likes you is because Dante liked you." Walter shrugged, smirking. "So don't think he exists somewhere in me. Because this is me. The asshole who doesnt care about anyone but himself." Walter could think of a few whom he did care for in this form, but he decided not to mention it.
Post by Phillis Von Christ on Oct 21, 2011 21:46:37 GMT -5
"Woah, okay, that was a little fucking far. " Phillis said, growing irritated. " Listen I don't care if you're a demon or whatever. That's no excuse to be this much of an ass. If you don't care for anyone, what's stopping you from just tearing this place apart?"
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 21, 2011 21:51:11 GMT -5
"I follow my lord's orders. If I must make corrections, I do care for a few people. One of them is my lord, the other..." he blushed a bit, "...you do not need to know. Therefor, sinse my lord wants me to befriend these idiots, I shall. But, since my personality detracts most, I must use my disguise."
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 21, 2011 21:56:13 GMT -5
Walter scowled, "That is none of your buisness." His face was more red, but he tried disgarding the thought. My lord, forgive me... he thought, refering to his feelings toward the girl.
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 21, 2011 21:59:18 GMT -5
"Clearly..." Walter muttered, looking down at the ground. "Well, are you suprised at what I am truly like? I must say, when you see me next in my disguise I will probably be appologizing," he smirked.
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 21, 2011 22:05:30 GMT -5
"Is it every day you see someone you respect and like, turn into a blood-stained man with murder in their eyes?" Walter smirked. "It is why they are scared. They are scared of change."