Talk, talk, talk! Walk away, don‘t get angry, be as Saya-neesama would be.
It wasn’t what Diva wanted or needed. Why did no one understand that.
This ‘Chevalier’ was even more of a wretch than the other one had been, what with only paying her half a mind when at least the other had outright refused. Treating her on level with a human was unacceptable. Amshel would have known that. Solomon would have paid her attention as she desired. James would have had eyes only for her. Carl would have killed anyone for dare speaking down to her. And Nathan would have treated her like the dear princess he wished to see in her.
All of these humans around her… she’d kill every last one of them one day! She’d done it before! She would bathe in their blood all over again, content with drinking away their sin and making them pay for the harm they’d done.
“No!” bellowed the Chiropteran, and it was an outmost refusal to everything and anything that was standing in her way. Perhaps what enraged her most of all was the use of the word 'promise.' Lies, all of it. Her eyes lit up with a blue battle glow as she stared into the face of the female nurse… but when she lunged, it was to the side, her elbow cocked for an orderly’s solar plexus. She knew it as the most unfun place, the place for quick deaths.
no subject
It wasn’t what Diva wanted or needed. Why did no one understand that.
This ‘Chevalier’ was even more of a wretch than the other one had been, what with only paying her half a mind when at least the other had outright refused. Treating her on level with a human was unacceptable. Amshel would have known that. Solomon would have paid her attention as she desired. James would have had eyes only for her. Carl would have killed anyone for dare speaking down to her. And Nathan would have treated her like the dear princess he wished to see in her.
All of these humans around her… she’d kill every last one of them one day! She’d done it before! She would bathe in their blood all over again, content with drinking away their sin and making them pay for the harm they’d done.
“No!” bellowed the Chiropteran, and it was an outmost refusal to everything and anything that was standing in her way. Perhaps what enraged her most of all was the use of the word 'promise.' Lies, all of it. Her eyes lit up with a blue battle glow as she stared into the face of the female nurse… but when she lunged, it was to the side, her elbow cocked for an orderly’s solar plexus. She knew it as the most unfun place, the place for quick deaths.