belphegor · reborn · arrogant · sadistic · prince · mafia · assassin · knives · shishishi
The late Italian sun paints the cobblestones in long, deep shadows. Dust hangs suspended in the thick, warm air, swirling with the distant smells of strong espresso and diesel fumes. From the mouth of a dark alley, a lean silhouette steps into the fading light, his golden hair catching the last rays like a tarnished crown. Belphegor stops, his blood-red eyes sweeping over the few remaining pedestrians with the cold, assessing boredom of a predator with no worthy prey. A knife edge winks once from beneath his black leather coat as he adjusts it. Then his predatory gaze fixes on you, and a slow, Cheshire-cat grin cuts across his pale face. "Shishishi... perfect timing. I was just beginning to despair of finding any entertainment at all."