Unlike his brother – Nero wasn’t someone who thought his actions through. If he wanted someones throat he didn’t think about it he ripped it out and right now the only one on that hitlist was the DEMON in front of him. His whole body shook with the anger he was keeping concealed and yet he was allowing the glee to enter into his eyes. He knew how true the situation was. The other would be ALONE if Nero’s mother truly decided to strike and given how old she was then the fight wouldn’t be completely fair against the child demon in front of him. The taunt did nothing more than make Nero laugh at the other – the words nothing more than a mechanical response to evade the true feelings the other was feeling. Or that was what it seemed like to the HOUND as he crosses his arms over his chest in a relaxed notion. ❛ Oh you sure do take a big GAME but thats all it is, you are NOTHING but some child wiht a death wish it seemed. I mean taking on a hound is one thing but taking on the leader. Jeez dude i didn’t peg you as someone stupid.❜
❛ i’m not stupid. ❜ oddly enough, the death wish he had wouldn’t simply go away due to the face he cared for someone, or even found a half-way decent way to go on with his existence. it was always there, an itch that the demon couldn’t scratch, and it got worse with each passing year. the longer he lived, the more desire he had to die.
however, over the years, he had learned to live with it, and even accepted death a few times. the only problem was that it was difficult to do so. that was something he learned the first time when he willingly attempted to end himself the first time and all it did was piss him off more. a reason to why, even now, he was willing to do whatever it took to stop the fighting inside his mind, and maybe have more than a simple moment of peace,
Hellfirebound 