Everything's Alright|Laura Shigihara
βThe 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.β
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α΄‘Κα΄Κα΄: Milos, Greek Islet
α΄‘Κα΄Ι΄: August 1st, 2015
α΄‘Κα΄:Belphagor, Sherry, and Samuel
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Samuel was a very obnoxious man. Bel would never quite understand it. Samuel attempted to get past him into the room but Bel stood firm.
"Ah so you came to rid distasteful things from relationships? I see." Stepping back a bit but keeping Samuel out as he spoke with Sherry. However Samuel had made himself an enemy. One he would regret underestimating. Smiling sweetly as he could muster, an almost disturbing smile. His eyes opened only halfway open, the red of his eyes glowing with a burning hatred. It was as if Bel had channeled the Devil himself. His voice became softer, yet somehow more threatening as his accent became quite heavy.
"If you are so very keen on ridding distasteful things from our relationship Signore Livingston. . . I suggest you start by ridding yourself from my sight." With that Bel gave him a glare that would send chills before slamming the door in his face. Turning back to Sherry looking down at her, his glare still present, his voice still threatening yet now it was lighter, almost sing-songy.
"I apologize for my behavior. Signora, however it would seem to me you have a severe lack of manners. Here I was thinking you were concerned. You wanted to see inside who I am, see what makes me what I am. Too bad so sad Bella. You have irritated me, your rudeness has become your downfall. I admit though, I am having a rather bad day. . . I suggest you leave Signora Hisakawa." At the end of his small speech Bel folded his slender hands in front of him and tilted his head smiling. It was the sort of smile one would expect from some sort of lunatic, ready to strike.
"I am truly sorry Signora, but I don't have time nor do I have patience any long to be underestimated or toyed with. I am not some puppet you can make dance. Nor are you, I'm sure you understand. . . Now please, if you don't leave something. . . Unnecessary might occur. You don't want that do you? I know I don't. . ." Bel knelt down and placed a hand on her shoulder firmly, his mouth opening in a smile. He whispered in a voice impossible to put into words.
"Besides. . . The answers you seek from me, you really would be better off not knowing Signora."