❛ —– you call an ENTITY of the APOCALYPSE disgusting while you infest our work like a vermin. you THINK i hold no authority into calling you such a name yourself. my CREATOR have punished me for doing what is right and YOU sit on me like you have the RIGHTS. ❜ and with that being said, DEATH pushed the demon off, clenching his teeth together in a menacing glare.
the demon knew that CONTROLLING the horseman would be a full time job : he was something from BEFORE time and was far more POWERFUL than he could ever be. it was something he ADMIRED, but at the same time, it scared him ; to know that something would be UNATTAINABLE, and yet want it at the same time.
either way, a grunt escaped his lips the MOMENT he hit the ground HARSHLY. it was right then that he KNEW that this would be far more DIFFICULT than he had originally imagined,
❛ i do what’s NEEDED. you just FAIL to see the TRUTH. ❜
❛ the REALITY of things is that you EXPLOIT my vulnerability created by GOD himself… ❜ the reply went to a distant silence as he lifted his scrutinizing glare.
❛ —– i shall HOLD onto my PRIDE for it is what is left ❜
❛ your PRIDE is idiotic. your VULNERABILITY isn’t my concern, death. ❜ his lips pursed into a thin line,
❛ the REALITY of matters is that from NOW until the end of time… you BELONG to me, understand? ❜
for a day to GOD’s back turned with closed eyes, i shall rob you from your words and throw a feast. ❜ the threat was barely a whisper as it escaped the PALE HORSEMAN’s curled lips. ky’lar was taking advantage of DEATH’s vulnerability and it reduced his tolerance to nearly none.
❛ you say that NOW, but you’ll get USED to my presence one way OR another. ❜ it was an assumption that could be CONSIDERED as simple fact if he was being quite HONEST with himself,
❛ say what you WANT, but do remember you’re MINE, death. ❜
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