04-05-2018, 07:00 PM
A sharp laugh pierces the Sylvan air.
"I see you've acquired my wit Chapel," His eyebrows raise tauntingly. "Seems you'll have to get better at making your comments hurt." The clown's eyes move slowly to the figure approaching, his daughter. She stands his height, her voice is a mirror of her mother's.Save for looks and voice, however, she is nothing like the devil's her parents were. A blessing, maybe, but to Mortem is just made her a weak link. His nostrils flair - she was a disgrace. They all were.
"Children are the most fun to kill, Chapel," He moves the ice of his eyes to the middle child. "They fear the most. But enough about me, children. What brings you here? Do I owe you some allowance or something?" He lets out a howling laugh.
"I see you've acquired my wit Chapel," His eyebrows raise tauntingly. "Seems you'll have to get better at making your comments hurt." The clown's eyes move slowly to the figure approaching, his daughter. She stands his height, her voice is a mirror of her mother's.Save for looks and voice, however, she is nothing like the devil's her parents were. A blessing, maybe, but to Mortem is just made her a weak link. His nostrils flair - she was a disgrace. They all were.
"Children are the most fun to kill, Chapel," He moves the ice of his eyes to the middle child. "They fear the most. But enough about me, children. What brings you here? Do I owe you some allowance or something?" He lets out a howling laugh.
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