A grim sort of satisfaction bled over the archangels face as he notes that his words had hurt. Their true intention realized and he would simply sit back and watch the pain fester. He was a malicious man by trade, made that way by a long passed betrayal and whilst some thought he could change he knew he wouldn’t. The festering of being someone everyone hated, or doing his own thing and watching pain and suffering unfold was something he delighted in. Even if he demon that was suffering was one he had an ounce of affection for – however tainted it was now.

Yet tainted was who he was and everything he touched turned sour so there was no surprise that this had. And yet they did nothing to remove the venom that coursed between them. If anyting they simply added to it for sheer glee. ❝ If it’s nothing then why act so suspicious. ❞ The question was innocent and yet the tone in which he delivered it as accusing enough as it was.

_{every time he got on equal footing with the other, it was ripped away from him; words hurt and each one created fresh wounds. sometimes, he could ignore them, but at the same time… they were still there. a reason to why he attempted to let them affect him as much as they did.}

_{yet, there was no denying that every-time he tried to break away, and do what he enjoyed… he was followed. he was watched and it was annoying. everything he did was reported and it was why he had to play it off as nothing. just… so he could have some sort of freedom, but there was doubt that even that would last anymore.}

_{“how would you feel if you had demon’s following you all the time. just… watching and reporting your every move.” he folded his arms firmly over his chest, “it’s… uncomfortable and… i needed time alone.” ///  @sorrowsfate​}