#SeductiveSunday

"I suppose the Control Devil can tell any of us what to do..."

Angel knows he's killed people he never would have under his own control.

"Have you found anything to occupy you in your free time now that you're a fiend? Anything you enjoy?"

"You have killed many people. People who are cared for deeply.

Yet, you look like a good man they once knew as well."

A glance his way.

"Do you want to kill anyone?"

Angel walks quietly for a moment, considering Gun's words.

"Thank you."

Angel knew how it was. Devils were slaves to their nature, some more than others.

"In time, it will hurt less. People will move on. You can become your own individual... "

Perched on the edge of a roof.

Trips and falls on his face.

Angel started them down the sidewalk, their captain following along after having given permission to Angel for this trip.

He doesn't know what to say; it's hard to talk to Gun.

"Good morning."

Angel closes his eyes.

This horrible, immortal life.

"... Let's get ice cream."

"Do you think they'll comply?"

His head tilts, watching the target ahead of them.

-"Are you remorseful?"

Angel sounds slightly surprised.

"Ah. That is the Control Devil's sway, I suspect..."

His head tilts slightly, looking into Gun's--... He doesn't have eyes, does he?

Angel has to look away. At least the previous person he cared for was dead and gone... With Gun, every moment, Angel is reminded of Aki and his cruel end.

-

Gentle cough.

"Sorry."

-He glances over to the fiend, "You can't help your nature, can you? Can you ask a bird not to sing? A fish not to swim?"

Angel's face is blank, but so so tired. Eternally tired.

-Angel takes a deep breath, and looks up at the sky.

"You unfortunately brought Aki to his doom when he was a mere child, long before he was a part of the team. This was just the end of his tragic book."

-

Angel has experienced much grief.
No matter who it is, they all die. Angel was a fool for having felt anything at all for a mortal doomed to die shortly anyways.

But the manner of his death. The cruel irony of his corpse now being used by that Devil he hated most.

-

Angel glances to the side, a soft sigh leaving him.

"Yes."

"You're enjoying it, aren't you."

"I think I'll try and stay out of it."

"Looks complicated out there."

Angel was about to get off his bench when the whole thing was launched across the city, and smashed into a building.

#OpenRP

Yaaawn.

-Mun 30+
-MDNI
-Possible NSFW content
-Chainsaw Man RP
-MV/MS

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