+ tilting his head. Of his eyes did not scream manipulation. Then what was?

❝Such a 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆 being, so delicate and sensitive. I assume you get called w o r s e no?.❞

+ coldness of his golden staff. There was something o f f about the object, a lingering 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏. As though it had an aura of hell lingering around it like its master.

The serpentine figure stood, not moving an inch c l o s e r to the boy. Instead, he tightened the edges of daggered like eyes +