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Looking at Deiru and then back at the monster, Kaden almost felt bad for the thing. Walking very slowly around it and towards the kitchen, the older demon furrowed his eyebrows when he heard him saying those words. Noticing the floors and even some of the walls being completely filled with blood from the creatures wounds.
“Shit!” Kaden cursed, not being as happy as Deiru, in fact the demon was slightly unsure about this idea, and why the hell was Deiru doing it anyways? Did he really need release when it came to killing things? It had been a at least a few days since he killed someone, and this could possibly help with that although since the monster was so weak, Kaden wasn’t too sure.
Instead of talking, the older demon just watched Deiru, seeing what he was doing and noticing just how…happy he was? Or maybe just how much he was enjoying himself. Kaden leaned against the kitchen counters, watching with his red eyes.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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