Voice 004 ╬ 01/01/09

[sadomasochrist]

*a low snarl*

He is dead. I watched him die. I had him there on the floor of the church, I watched him as he bled out... I cut his throat apart myself. I kissed him, I said a prayer, he was dead. He died in front of me and in the eyes of God.

What did I do wrong? Nothing. It is impossible -- I know how to kill a man... Even an Undying One. He is

Comments

[x_bloody_asch_x]

Hmph; looks like this place wont let you murder people.

...and you kissed him? What the hell... just what the hell.

[sadomasochrist]

It is not murder when you are on the battlefield.

[sadomasochrist]

...And yes... I did kiss him.

It is how we show respect for the dead.

[x_bloody_asch_x]

...you're sick.

And this isn't a battlefield. Does it look remotely like a battlefield to you?

[bladedhurricane]

Quite attached to killing, are we...?

[sadomasochrist]

Attached to doing my job correctly.

[bladedhurricane]

Far be it from me to question your job.

1/2

[subsisted]

...

2/2

[subsisted]

*When he lifts his head, it's probably pretty clear to Vamp that he has his nice, melancholic, defiant fighter-face on*

Funny that I remember something similar, Vamp.

[sadomasochrist]

And I told you, Undying Man...

Unfortunately, Hell had no vacancies...

[subsisted]

I told you I wasn't ready to die yet.

[sadomasochrist]

Enjoy your... Hot chocolate.

[notjustanoldman]

Hm...so you're Vamp, I take it.

[sadomasochrist]

My name spreads far it seems...

[notjustanoldman]

Well when ya commit certain actions, that happens.

[sadomasochrist]

Is that so?