Snippet #1133362

If it wasn’t so undignified for Death to snort, he would have. “Love life? Me? That’s absolutely ridiculous! Is this meeting just to insult me?” He looks around him for something to throw, to destroy, unable to truly separate himself from his nature. Danse spots his cold, black coffee and with a great sense of panache, he hurls it at the wall. Sadly, as Death is no stranger to Irony (that sneaky little bitch), a drop splashes into his eye. His grim outburst melts into a cry of agony that dissolves into a death rattle. “See!! See that! It’s like this entire universe is built for human suffering. How can you even stand to be human yourself? That incessant beating in your chest; the constant whirring of electrical impulses in your skull; these cursed nerve endings that always manage to get pricked…” He rubs his eye with the palm of his hand, messing up his perfect coif. A large bruise is momentarily visible from beneath the veil of hair, revealing a hint to his host’s abduction. “Stupid nerve endings…” Danse calms down, feeling the clouds of doom wrap around him like a snuggly blanket. “I could easily give up the little games I play with these… animals, if it meant some peace,” his voice grows quiet. He becomes lost in thought for a moment, thinking fondly on the little humans, always ready to play. Then he sneers and mutters, “They’re cheats… all of them…”