Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni
The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.
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á´ĄĘá´Ęá´: Milos, Greek Islet
á´ĄĘá´É´: August 1st, 2015
á´ĄĘá´: Sin, Valentine
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Belphagor was enjoying making the woman before him squirm involuntarily with his gaze. Yes, he had very easily realized she was disturbed by everything about him. Although it didn't stop him, as from experience he knew people would get used to his ways, they may even grow to long for his odd way of dealing with things. Many others did. Managing a soft laugh Bel covered his face with his hand as he shook from the quiet laughter. He could feel Ai's sewn on eyes judging him for treating this woman as such. Holding the doll up to his eyes Bel tilted his head and spoke in falsetto.
"I think you should apologize Rhys." Bel closed his mouth and nodded, like a defeated child.
"You've frightened her, go on." Taking a deep breath he set Ai onto his shoulder and ran his long fingers through the doll's worn yellow "hair." The doll looked as if sheer luck and willpower was the only thing holding it together. It was so faded and worn, the hair was falling out, one of the button eyes was very loose, and the mouth was almost completely gone.
Facing Cassandra, Bel took a deep breath, his crimson eyes twitching from side-to-side, he bit his lower lip. His hair falling over his face, but his eyes seemed to glow right through the white sheet of hair. He was hunched over kind of oddly, it was obvious something was wrong with him. Looking into her eyes again, the doll on his shoulder, something in his demeanor had changed. He seemed truly apologetic, maybe even depressed. His voice was a slithery whisper, his Italian accent thicker than before. Almost as if he had been suppressing it.
"Terribilmente spiacente*. . . Can you please forgive any actions that may have unnerved you?" Bel for the first time refused to look into her eyes, he knew how they would look. Judgmental.
She is judging you.
Before he could gather himself he was interrupted by a voice. It was foreign to both Bel and Ai. It came from across the way a bit, rather loudly. It seemed to berate Bel for using the art of "seduction" as it were. This man maybe wanted Bel to retreat, well honestly he wasn't sure what the man wanted. This was however exactly what the doctor ordered. Rising slowly, with subtle jerking movements as if he was a marionette on tangled strings. He smiled a sickening smile, the sort where you wonder if the Devil himself is truly among us. A smile that would send chills down a trained Marine's spine.
Excusing himself from the conversation with Cassandra, he strode over. Ai riding on his shoulder. He stood like a visage of the Grim Reaper, tall and slender before the man. His smile not wavering once. His presence changed drastically once he dropped the smile. A look of irritation, yet also of boredom flickered darkly across the boney figure's face.
"I don't believe we had been introduced. Nor, had we engaged in any sort of conversation. I'm afraid you've destroyed my chat with Signora Valentine, on top of that, my appetite is utterly spoiled."
~OOC||Terribilmente spiacente= "Dreadfully sorry"~