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Teeth bind together in a vicious showing of fanged ivories, a noise, comparable to that of a hostile growl ripping forth from the runt’s throat when talk spoke of wasting life.True, his own hands were far from clean; hundreds if not thousands of lives lost because of his actions, reprogrammed and brainwashed enough times to make any sane person pale at the thought.

Maybe that’s why he was given to the savageness that lurked within his core, showing in moments like this to remind the world that he was merely a beast trying to act like a man. 

“Damn bastard! I’ve half a mind to gut ya like a trout and end it already! Not all’a smells human– an’ not much gets past this nose. S’how I know you ain’t nothin’ but a bad seed, needin’ to be dealt with.” 

_{at the growl, a step back was taken, but not out of fear. instead, it was an instinct reaction – one that he had no control over. true, he wasn’t human – not even by a long shot. that little term didn’t pertain to him anymore, but he still never could never break some of the more… ingrained instincts.} 

_{“many have tried,” a simply put comment, “and many more have failed.” it was the truth, but not exactly all of it. sometimes, the demon just took on what he couldn’t handle, and was forced to admit defeat.} 

_{though, he doubted this would be one of those times – especially since he wasn’t going to let pesky rules get in the way of this little bit of amusement. “so, i welcome you to try.”}