"Now, this man... he had a bit of panache, I'll admit. Bludgeoning with an axe, chopping victims like firewood - I could see the enjoyment in that! But see, this fella kept picking people in their homes at night. Wanted to leave his kills out in the open to be found. Wore the guise of a demon.
"Now... I enjoy a bit of theatrics. I never left my prey out, I never taunted the police. Convincing the city to all blast jazz together for a night? Beautiful! Striking.
"But coexisting was never an option. His taste in prey was offensive to me - when I read out the news that he'd split the skull of a pregnant woman, I set to hunt. The woman might've been blessed enough to survive and even give birth, but now, that just isn't sustainable hunting. You never hunt the does, you hunt the bucks, especially does with fawns."
There's a subtle little possessive squeeze around Lucifer's waist. His husband wasn't a frail doe, nor was he unarmed at any given moment even asleep, but every flicker of instinct told him to be protective anyway.
"But how does a mortal man find an invisible hunter? A demon, self-proclaimed, one that whined of the cold and missing his home in Tartarus? Lucky for me - that was all some tidy act he tried to embody. Instead I managed to find a man hurriedly fleeing a scene, a suspicious wrapped bundle, bloodied. Off into the woods he went! Hahah!"
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"Now... I enjoy a bit of theatrics. I never left my prey out, I never taunted the police. Convincing the city to all blast jazz together for a night? Beautiful! Striking.
"But coexisting was never an option. His taste in prey was offensive to me - when I read out the news that he'd split the skull of a pregnant woman, I set to hunt. The woman might've been blessed enough to survive and even give birth, but now, that just isn't sustainable hunting. You never hunt the does, you hunt the bucks, especially does with fawns."
There's a subtle little possessive squeeze around Lucifer's waist. His husband wasn't a frail doe, nor was he unarmed at any given moment even asleep, but every flicker of instinct told him to be protective anyway.
"But how does a mortal man find an invisible hunter? A demon, self-proclaimed, one that whined of the cold and missing his home in Tartarus? Lucky for me - that was all some tidy act he tried to embody. Instead I managed to find a man hurriedly fleeing a scene, a suspicious wrapped bundle, bloodied. Off into the woods he went! Hahah!"