Snippet #2412889

Charoum

"I doubt you could hit me with that sword, little brother," The condescension was to be expected, this was the angel corrupted, now renown for his vanity and pride. Flashes of disappointment and snide disapproval were clear despite the general nature, as if there were a pedestal he sat upon before Charoum's very eyes. He didn't see it ofcourse, he was near mute, though his breathing remained calm, though every word created a pain in the angel's ears and chest. His mind shifted to hate, and this is where he couldn't help but intercede.

"You think I hate you?" His voice would rise as he did, his hand remaining loosely upon the sword as he peered at Lucifer with a light shake of his head, his hair shifting lazily and bringing forth ash into the air about him. "Love thy enemy, this is contempt on the fact your goals conflict directly with my own, and therefore I'd stop you at every turn available, that's what makes my hand twitch." His fingers would tap gently in two sharp motions before playing gently about the pommel, flicking his tongue over the sharp natural fangs.

"As for this perfect creations and our Lord Father being in the wrong." He'd give a soft laugh, ending with a confident grin. "You're as ignorant as you were before my time, Lucifer." He'd almost be gauging the defeated angel for his reaction, he knew the sly snake of a man would keep his composure, not even miss a step in his pursuit of manipulation. But perhaps this would offset his thinking, if only the slightest bit it twisted Satan's thoughts, it would be a success.