@MightyInSorrow ยซ I'm not even close."
He may have been stuck to never age again, but his youth was starting to shine through the cracks in his armor. Raphael had spent so long training himself, forcing himself to be all that he could to be to hopefully, ยป
@MightyInSorrow ยซ flesh but his chest bore a faint mark where the metal was; a long-healed burn, but a permanent mark nonetheless.
He remained quiet, fingertips brushing against the cross once more before feeling the warlocks gaze upon him, which was the ยป
@MightyInSorrow ยซ his cold words. Knuckles whitening whilst his nails embedded deeply into the soft flesh of his palms. His emotions now quick to alter, the anger quick to brew before boiling through his small form. He hate it. Hated them. He wasn't saved, ยป