𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘.

『 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 』— ❝Sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ sʜᴀʟʟ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ.❞ 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬.

[𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘. @CallousVoid]

❝Sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ.❞
–—— × ——–
Concept based on the Folklore of the
Jersey Devil.
Killer. Monster. Myth.
♡ & ↻
[ ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ #ᴋʀʏᴘᴛɪᴄ ]

[𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘. @CallousVoid]

@ParvosAlauda — order before turning her gaze to Flora, her sly smile now fading into forced smile.

‘ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶? ‘

[𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘. @CallousVoid]

@ParvosAlauda — taste in his mouth, but he chose to ignore it.

“I would like it raw— . . I mean, rare.” Clearing his throat he continued, “you serve whiskey here?”

‘ 𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘴. ‘

“Just give me a beer then.”

The waitress wrote down the —

[𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘. @CallousVoid]

@ParvosAlauda — keep her hidden, it also gave him the chance to introduce her to mortal cuisine.

[𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘. @CallousVoid]

@ParvosAlauda — he knew he had to get her somewhere more. . . Crowded.

His hellish hues darted back to the Angel, “How ‘bout some lunch over at the diner in the town nearby? The day is still young, and it isn’t the wisest for us to be out in the open.”

Not only was he trying to —

[𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘. @CallousVoid]

— Life itself was not the best of topics to discuss.

[𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘. @CallousVoid]

“ Nothing — nothing. We will just keep it at ‘not wanting to be noticed.’ “

Despite his primitive and hellish ways, he needed to be cautious of what he discusses around the Angel. She knew who and what he does, sure, but speaking about maiming and slaughter to the entity of —

[/ ( * 𝓑𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 ! ) @flospomum]

The maiden just kind
of blinks for a few
moments.

“. . . P-Pardon?”

Sometimes she forgets.
He’s a monster at the
end of the day. . . Maybe
part of her is in denial.