Her top lip twitched into a brief snarl before Lehava began her infamous stalk around the male. "You are no demon, child of Eve..." x.com/homicidalmenac…

"What would you wish for me to name you? Mortal man...? A child? A coward... No, not a coward... A leech..." x.com/homicidalmenac…

"Indeed they have..." Lehava slid her fingertips, hidden in latex, along his shoulders as if to test the reflex of his presumed muscle. x.com/homicidalmenac…

"Sadistic? Yes. A demon who is without a sadistic mind has no right to call themselves such."

Rolling back her shoulders to cause her bones to click under the muscle and flesh she wore, Lehava groaned audibly and sighed at the cracks.

"I think it's time I had some fun around here..."

Her fingertips idly caressed the rim of a chalice filled partially by blood, rippling under her mumbled words that were echoed into it.

"I am a child of Khalkaroth..." Uttered the demon whose finger absently dipped into the swirling crimson within the chalice, stirring it.

"I think it's time to have some fun with these pitiful little creatures..." The blood circulating the chalice was all but thrown from the~

~metal, taking what was left on her finger into her mouth to be lapped clean with a prominent, sadistic grin.

"What a sight for sore eyes you are my darling little Ziminiar..."

"Come now you sensitive little ray of horror, I believe it's time we catch up with one another."

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"Emphasis on slightly." Uttered the demoness when passing by, chuckling to herself in the same hushed manner. x.com/CountDmitri/st…

Glancing back, Lehava gave a single tut and drew apart her lips in a grin afterward. "How amusing... Sullying yourself with lower-class." x.com/CountDmitri/st…

"Lehava..." x.com/ladouxtromperi…

Pleasure to meet you, Lehava. Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude. L e н a v a

Lehava drew the padding of her vessels thumb idly across her bottom lip, swiping away any remnants of the wine held in her opposite hand.

"Hmm... How very, boring you have all become. Not that you were all that deserving of my presence before hand."