Death Lingers Around Every Corner [ Vetis ]

[Criss Alexander]

I JUST WANT TO LEAVE THIS GAME WITH LEVEL HEAD INTACT
C R I S S A L E X A N D E R
I SOLD MY SOUL TO THE D E V I L I'LL NEVER GET IT BACK

[/i]" A familiar devilish smirk appeared on Criss' face and his eyes grew big and black
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Tag: Vetis || Outfit: Clicky || Notes: N/A

[Vetis]

I don't play nice
I don't give in
Was it nature? Was it nurture?
Maybe I was just born evil.



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Vetis was actually having fun playing the role of police officer. It was quite amusing. He was easily trusted. It was hilarious how many people confided in him. He didn't even have to be summoned just to claim souls. It was glorious and saved him quite a bit of trouble. He just did as he pleased. Deals were his thing and he was having fun with this town.

He was supposed to be on patrol, but he rarely took that job seriously. He just took the time to ride his bike through the streets of Beacon Hills, looking for interesting scenes. He hadn't found anything interesting until he watched a man grab his own neck and kill himself. He stopped his bike next to the body and stepped off. He knelt beside the body, feeling for a pulse he knew wouldn't be there.

He decided to call it in, saying he saw the person who did it and will pursue them. He knew the work of the supernatural when he saw it. He just got to his feet and took off on his bike. But he didn't go far before mounting off it. He didn't even bother walking, he simply teleported to the location he wanted to be.

Like the male before him, Vetis cracked a smirk. "Oh, trust me. I wouldn't be paying house calls even if Lucifer himself sent me on them." As loyal as he was, he wasn't a dog. He didn't like to come when called nor play fetch. He was more like a cat who liked to do as he pleased.

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NOTES: Boom!
MUSIC: "Bad Blood" - Creature Feature

[Criss Alexander]

I JUST WANT TO LEAVE THIS GAME WITH LEVEL HEAD INTACT
C R I S S A L E X A N D E R
I SOLD MY SOUL TO THE D E V I L I'LL NEVER GET IT BACK

[/i]" Criss knew much about the Stilinski's, about the mother who had been taken from them. Criss' smirk grew bigger, he fed off the kid of the family. But, Criss was still curious as to why this demon was around him

Even though he knew that demons could tell when other demons were around, he still wanted to know; Why him? This demon had almost just taken control of Criss' person. Criss was even curious as to why another demon was 'checking up on him.' "Well Mr. Sheriff, I hope you aren't here to slap the cuffs on me." More laughter came from Criss' vocals, a more powerful laugh. Obviously he wasn't getting arrested by a demon, that's just absurd

Criss continued walking down another block, he figured Vetis was sure to walk along side him. The town seemed peaceful, and that was Criss' problem. He wanted the city up in flames, hearing everyone's cries for help. He wanted to hunt down the Alpha dog of the city, and so far that was Derek Hale. Criss had already left a warning for Derek by scaring Cora, now he wanted a piece of the action

As the two demons walked side by side, an interesting topic came up. "This city is so dull, so boring, so bland. I didn't come here to take a stroll down some random street, I came here to raise the death toll." Criss looked at Vetis with an intense look, he was done playing around. They kept walking down towards the end of the street and Criss, again, stopped. "I don't suppose you know where a guy like me can find something to do around this pathetic excuse of a town?"
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Tag: Vetis || Outfit: Clicky || Notes: N/A

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[Vetis]

I don't play nice
I don't give in
Was it nature? Was it nurture?
Maybe I was just born evil.



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Vetis actually wanted to laugh when the other asked who let him be Sheriff. "I'm a Deputy." He corrected. "And Stilinski is a fool, living in his own world of bliss. Unaware of the creatures that lurk within his town." And that was something that always made the demon laugh. How many crimes happened because of himself or others passing through? How many supernatural beings passed through the halls of the Sheriff Department and Stilinski never knew? A lot.

Vetis couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the words. "Like I would. I'm more than aware you're capable of escaping custody, even if I tried. It's futile, but not why I even bothered to follow after you." No. He wouldn't arrest demons anyway. That was stupid and a waste of time. He had better things to do with his time than attempt to arrest a demon.

He did indeed walk alongside the other demon. It was nice and quiet, something he liked yet despised at the same time. He frowned at the words. But when Criss stopped, Vetis stopped. "What's in it for me? You already took away a soul that was mine to collect." He crossed his arms. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing to be gained out of giving any information to Criss.

He had been living in this town for a while now, enough time to observe all the places. The Sheriff's Department gave him the best view of the town. He saw all sides of the town and knew how to best take it down. But he wasn't big on death and destruction, not like the demon before him. He loved chaos. He loved watching people's desires destroy their lives. Their was something beautiful about watching them soar so high than sink into despair and desperately wish for an end to their misery.

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NOTES: none
MUSIC: none