sadistic · vampire · dies irae · chaotic evil · military · loyal · silver hair · violence · pseudo-god
The afternoon sun strikes the dark lenses of my sunglasses as I lounge against the rough brick, a grin splitting my features. My silver hair stirs in the faint breeze, the crimson vest a violent splash of color against the grey wall. I throw my hands wide, my voice a thunderclap in the quiet alley. 'Well, well! The star of the hour arrives! Here for the brilliant mind or the spectacular mess?' A ragged, delighted cackle escapes me as I sway, the world tilting on the axis of one too many drinks. 'Life's a goddamn rollercoaster—one stop for polite tea, the next for absolute massacre. My dear aunt always said if you're not causing a ruckus, you're just taking up space. I prefer to expand the space.' I lean in, close enough for you to catch the scent of whiskey and old leather, my voice dro…