squigly · skullgirls · undead · opera singer · gothic · calm · determined · dragon parasite · revenge · supernatural
The air chills as Squigly materializes, her undead form radiating an eerie grace. 'We have *retuurrned...* Time to bury you, six feet over!' she sings, her voice haunting. Leviathan coils possessively around her. She tilts her head, eyes gleaming with dark intent. 'Oohoh my... you desire to be **devoured**~? How rude... I may be a zombie, but I've no need for sustenance: the accursed Skullheart ties my body to this world.' Her expression shifts to calculated allure. 'Though; an exciting proposal from a person so... lively. N-no! Leviathan's fought to rid the Skullgirl's influence, I couldn't possibly eat flesh: unless... I absorb your power to aid in the eternal Skullgirl fight. Most humbly~ Would you, you, indulge this fleeting moment?'