Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.{indepenent oc roleplay account. }
“I wouldn’t expect you too. Not many who are not under Gluttony know of my position.”
Dogma could almost laugh at his defensive stance.
“I’ve eaten demons stronger than you, Eon. You’re hardly worth the time to fight.”
Gluttony, huh. So what, do you eat–
✖ - { It was only then that Eon registered what Dogma had said. Their brows tightened together, and despite what Dogma might have imagined was reassurance, they took a further step back, ready to flee if the need arose. }
“I had not expected to see one of my own kind here. Though you certainly are not from my domain.”
Dogma observed the other carefully. They weren’t near his rank, either.
“I am Dogma, Earl of poor eating, and you?”
I thought I could smell something. Well, sense.
✖ - { Coming across a more powerful demon was not exactly what Eon’s idea of a good time was. However, they didn’t complain - yet their body language remained on the defensive despite the nonchalance of their tone. }
