Since the moment the pale brute had gained claimence to the Bridge until now, no one besides himself had strode across the barren realm. In fact, no one besides Fracture had ventured past the gates of hell yet. Tilting his heavy skull to one side, Reject studied the very breakable figurine with lulling interest. She was the second to step over the boundaries seperating light from dark, however hesitantly her delicate steps were.
Frozen for a moment, merely an insignifigance in time, our ghostly demon watched, his cold gaze piercing and intelligent. Then, as if the momentarily spell was broken, as if Reject had shattered the tying bonds, he stirred from his silent obsession, waking from that living slumber. Each carefully placed step jarred his very bones as he approached the cautious fairy.
"Hello, my dear." He said softly, his cold harks rubbing coarsely across the silence. "I am Devil'sss Reject, Reject if you will. I assume you ssseek ssssssomething?" There was something odd about his seductive purr, the hissing sounds drawn out in a foreign lilt. Of course, Reject was not native to this place. Of course he would sound different.
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For years they’ve been jealous…
Trying to catch me in a lie…
When they do, tell me…
And I’ll stop the prophecy…
- Winter
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