⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬 .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

"I can smell your blood, Van Helsing. Keep treating me like a dog, and I'll treat you to a trip to hell."

Grumbling. "I hate children."

"Put your hand anywhere near me, and I'm ripping it off."

The hound gave an annoyed huff. "I have no reason to be polite to you."

"I'm a demon. Tends to come with the territory."

"Having met plenty of your ancestors, that's very rarely the case." He snapped the jerky from his hand, very purposely getting uncomfortably close to taking his fingers off as well.

A low chuckle. He found it entertaining to nearly rip someone apart. "And yet you aren't asking me anything." He sat back on his haunches, regarding the hunter with a bored expression.

"Not sure how homey you could consider hell, but that is technically home." He took the jerky, with just as much aggression. He finds it amusing. "The human realm is more interesting. I like seeing how you screw things up."

Game on then. There's a muffled chuckle from the hound, before suddenly there's no muzzle there to grab. Grimshaw stood off to the side now, looking just as bored in human shape as he did in canine form. "Not my fault they're skittish."

Walking right into The Regent's manor, not really paying much mind to him being out at the moment. The workers are used to him by now, some even greet him as he passes by. His human form is much less intimidating to them. He plops down on a nearby sofa, to wait.

TELL  ME  WHERE  TO  PUT  THE  ANGER.

the  earth  left  me  to  die  and  there  is  no  such  thing  as  karma.  the  gods  watched  idly  by  as  i  was  killed  in  that  house  and  not  a  damn  person  tried  to  help  me.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀oh .ᐟ you're bleeding .ᐟ haha .ᐟ red is a good color on you .ᐟ

//one of these days I'll get my ass properly back on this account and fix it up more gotta love that depression slump ✌️

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀being around me isn't safe .