𝒐𝒛𝒊𝒂𝒔.

Nic ... hehe.

oneiric, you.

𝘏𝘢𝘩𝘢, he shall not murder? He, who has had his whole universe robbed and torn apart from his grasp by murder? Ozias stops in his tracks and lets out a dark chuckle. The unjustness seems rather obscene. The priest stares at the Demon and thinks, then; what childish ignorance.

It wasn’t a slow raising rage, no. It’s quick and hot, twisting his previously white expression into something black instantly. “...𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂,” he seethes, shaking with a disdain so thick it’s untypical of him. His fists clenched tightly onto

@masquemorts.