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How fascinating! That little metal horn stickin' out of your head grants you immortality yet you're a grim reaper as well? What an anomaly you are, dark mister~ Seeing what makes you tick is like the most thrilling game of five finger fillet. I loveee seeing the potential of such a "prestigious" reaper like yourself...
I never imagined we would meet again, nor would I ever wish it. You're a terrible monstrosity, Grimveil, and your actions have no reason. Naught but a beast who strives to spread blood, I will show you the cold whisper of death should I see you once more. I do not like you.
What a cautious stranger~ Never heard of his kind around, but it's kind've entertaining seeing how nervous I can make him. Eh, he seems somewhat strong though, so maybe I'll show a little regard...
Now this angel is just strange, if he should even be called one. The kid doesn't strike me as dangerous or frightful, well, if toward himself more than anybody. He did have me intrigued though... 'wonder where he went.
The shadow that stood perched on the building across from mine... One day I waved to it, feeling convinced it was some delusion, and it flew to my balcony. Despite the hungering eyes everywhere on him, he was quite friendly and I knew I had nothing to fear. I still don't understand what had him so interested in watching me though.
You sure tell yourself a lot of things, it kinda got on my nerves honestly. Sigh... I guess whatever goes- goes. Nevertheless, to say I didn't have fun would be a lie, you're definitely one of those "more than meets the eye" typa' guys; a good fighter and... hmm, interesting is one way to put it. Fly high, little dove.
Say what you want, but we cannot achieve freedom. Though there is no point to freedom for us anyways- we are loved and we have a home here within the Gates. However, if there is a day we may meet once more, we suppose- we would like to see the pigeons with you again.
This motherfucker... I swear to the heavens and the deepest pits of hell, if Mephisto didn't beg for my resistance, how I would've taken the utmost pleasure in ripping you apart demon, watching that pretentious, pompous and all knowing look of yours crumble. I will never forgive your sins for as long as this rotten heart beats, and for all that you've done to my own kin, my dearest little dove. If we do meet again, don't expect the blood will be spread only one way.