“I’m not looking for love,” The Witch admitted with a huff. “I understand what love is and I know that not everybody is capable of this,” he addressed taking a breath. “Just how some people can’t run or aren’t physically fit, some aren’t able to love,” he admitted. “Love is a skill. It takes effort. It requires discipline.” And a smile. Vico then offered a hand. “My name is Vico Martínez,” he nodded. “Perhaps we can be of assistance and keep this entirely professional, without pesky love getting in the way.”
humanity developed feelings for others they could relate to or cared for. even ky had been….guilty of such actions before. he knew how subtile emotions could effect someone – to the point of even ruining empires. a reason to why he distanced himself from them. there was no need for anything other than two emotions that burned brighter than any other; rage and hatred. at least… when the need called for it. “then what are you looking for?” a simple question as his hands slipped into his back pockets. “or, rather, what do you need me for?”
Hellfirebound 