hellgrasp-deactivated20190325:

'now, i’m, well, i’m a little bit drunk.'

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          a softened sigh. inebriation did little to aid in his studies ;  it indeed hindered progress, instead of driving it.  even he, in all his divinity, was weak to substances of the flesh.  pathetic.   in his years, ruben had obtained from the poisonous grip of alcohol, anything that could be abused to an extent in order to numb the mind.  he was forced to remain sharp,  on his guard ; lest, he be stolen from once more. 

     now, this bastard of a seraph has come, seeking only disruption and chaos, destroying what lies in his path. ruination in wake. lips purse only slightly, digits twitching with mild irritation at his side.  it was a risk to ruin such a perfect specimen,  but patience as growing thin.  for something like this ; it was easiest to tie them down.  they struggled less if their mind was scrambled. 

 

YOU'RE MINE.


IND. PVT. SEL.
RUBEN 'RUVIK' VICTORIANO of Tango Gameworks' The Evil Within
As told by mortis