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          Victor watched the man closely, trying to glean as much as he could from observation alone; so far, he just looked… hunted. It could be a trap, of course–but as awful as they were, deceit was relatively uncommon to most demons. At least on a casual scale. 

       "Mm.“ A vague, echoing noise of agreement. “I know of one who succeeded for a time, but that’s irrelevant now. You’re being hunted by your own kind?” His skepticism was obvious–the folded arms, the tilted head, and through both eye-slots of the mask, a suggestion of raised eyebrows. “Why?”

       _{Truthfully, there was a load of reasons as to why he was running, and the primary reason was due to the fact he couldn’t follow rules. Yes, he had destroyed countless plans, and even stepped on the toes of those far greater than him several times over. Yet, the number one reason was not keeping to the boundaries that were laid out for him.}

      _{"More or less. ” His lips pursed into a thin-line for a few moments, “I don’t feel like going back anytime soon.” More to the point, he didn’t feel like dealing with his father, and was willing to do anything to avoid that confrontation.}