' I really don't wanna do this... but you leave me no choice. '
The fiend is slowly undoing the straps behind his mask, his eyes fixed upon the [READER].
' Please... don't make me do it... '
' Wait, it's rude? Damn, I'm sorry bout that.
The human I'm inhabiting used to pretend empathy all the time whenever a relative he didn't know died. Because death is so serious to you humans.
But alright, no more pretending from me! '
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s ─── so don't fake it then ! it's just rude ... i'd rather be quiet than just talk to talk . ﹙ irritation and resentment well up and mix on her face . ﹚
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<< since we worked together in the past, that we might've been friends or something, so it got its feelings hurt. Ugh, I don't know... sorry... '
Once he noticed the girl tried to rectify her statement, the fiend just gave it a sigh, and a rub on the back of his neck. It's rare for him to feel annoyed at something, but for some reason, that just hit him in a place the fiend didn't know he had.
' It's fine... it's just>>
. . .
ah perhaps she struck a nerve with that, wounded some level of pride. in some level she knew until she reached the height of fear, she couldn’t get there alone.
“in reference to friendship, don’t misunderstand me.”
<<I'm kind of having a brain shitstorm right now. '
The fiend moved his fingers near his head, as if to signal the mess inside.
'Like, my devil brain thinks he deserves as much credit as you do for the feats of war. And the human brain thinks that >>
' Well, you HAD my pity before, but you being kind of a dick about it, so no more pity here. '
He raises his hand as if to calm the other.
' Frankly, kind of a relief. I don't care much for the concept of having a breathing body, so it's hard to be empathetic about it. >>
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... i wasn't asking for your pity anyway ─── or anyone's at that . you can cut it out already . it's not like i'd want comfort from a devil .
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' Oh REALLY?! You never needed anybody? '
He leaned back, arms crossed, kind of annoyed at the implication she never needed anyone.
' You didn't need... guns, conflict, pestilence, you never needed ANY of those for your wars.>>
she pressed her tongue to her cheek, maybe the corpse was rotting the fiend’s mind after all.
“only the weak need friends, only the weak gather together. i need no one.”
' Oh, well, that's awkward... '
He rubs the back of his head, shuffling his feet.
' Sorry, must be rough. I don't have parents myself, but... having them must be... good... instead of... not. '
He coughs awkwardly.
' If it's any comfort, we'll all going to die someday... '
' I guess you could... all by yourself... friendless... '
The fiend shrugs, his voice sounds much less chipper than before.
' Sounds like it would get really dull. '
her eyes widen involuntarily and mouth opens then closes, she folds her arms across her chest and turns away in a poor attempt to hide her disregard for the after.
“what more is there? i’ll be powerful, i can do anything i want to.”
The fiend sighed, the eyes of his mask fixed upon the creature he knew eons ago.
" And then what ? "
He shrugs.
" What will you after humans fear you again? "
ringed-crimson eyes narrow in contempt, huffing at the idea or how it could be applied to her.
“i have no use of those worthless distractions, violence. the only thing i’m interested in is killing chainsaw man so these humans will fear me like they should.”
' Man, I must be so weird to other fiends, like... I'm VIOLENCE! But all I can think of right now is that I really want to go to the arcade right now... '