‘ It seems that you are so happy to wipe out a race. For what? Pleasure? Hatred? Though whatever reasons you have, I do not care for them, since I do not see the sense of such classlessness of doing so. Men such as yourself like to do those types of things -
‘ And who are the ones that revere you? Is it just eh demon clan. I am sure if any other clan were to hear those words from you, they would find amusement and call them false. ‘
It was enjoyable to see the anger on his face but it was none too wise —
A smile would cross upon her lips, now turning towards him as she clasped her hands in front of her.
‘ A truth in which you have accepted, though I am not sure that others will from one such as yourself. ‘
‘ Ah. Calling me a parasite? I am sure that you could come up with something less crass than that, demon. ‘
Her tone would be kept soft, turning her head towards him only slightly but would close her eyes. An annoyance.
‘ Oh? Do you think that you could really do that? Something tells me that you would be able to do so if you tried. ‘
A few elegant steps backwards, the vampiress would be a suitable distance away from the demon.
‘ That is a secret of mine, dear. I want the secrets of my non aging to remain a mystery. ‘
She would hand over the cake that she had made for him, swiping off a bit of the frosting with her finger and putting it to his lips.
This was something that she would never think to do…
The vampiress would appear wrapped up in ribbon, holding a cake in front of her chest to propitiate some form of modesty as she would present the cake to the sorcerer.
‘ I do not celebrate mortal -