like the color many associate with danger, the shade of crimson that seeps, and the color of the red sky. All of which gives the norm a sense of dread, aware of the threat and signals each of those brings.

meeting his piercing glare, he was expecting nothing less than a cry. a weak pathetic beg for mercy, a sad sob to gain sympathy.

but you did not deliver, to his amusement

perhaps it's the thought that intrigued him, or maybe it was just you as a whole? No one could've predicted the prince of abyss to befriend a lowly one of his kind.

save our souls, you said. free our torment, you demanded

everything about you is oh so interesting