Aki? How can I kiss you when you have a gun for a face? Cruel fate.
The Angel Devil.
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“𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚… …𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚… …𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒏.” #CSMRP #ChainsawManRP #AnimeRP #MVRP spoilers ahead
Angel closes his eyes. This horrible, immortal life. "... Let's get ice cream."
“. . . I do not know. . . I just feel like I’ve got a bullet in my chest constantly. . . I was sent to exclusively kill Makima. . .” Of course his abilities were automatic, they killed anything nearby back then… “I don’t understand. . .”
"Ah. That is the Control Devil's sway, I suspect..." His head tilts slightly, looking into Gun's--... He doesn't have eyes, does he? Angel has to look away. At least the previous person he cared for was dead and gone... With Gun, every moment, Angel is reminded of Aki and his cruel end. -
“. . . I suppose you are right. . . nature cannot be helped. . .” The only reasons this fiend hasn’t fully gone back to his old nature was due to being a lot weaker, and all of Aki’s trauma and memories constantly distracting him. . . “. . . I’ve taken so many humans, devils, fiends. . . other
Angel has experienced much grief. No matter who it is, they all die. Angel was a fool for having felt anything at all for a mortal doomed to die shortly anyways. But the manner of his death. The cruel irony of his corpse now being used by that Devil he hated most. -
“. . . it wasn’t personal. . . Your team was just unlucky to work with the Control Devil…”
Angel glances to the side, a soft sigh leaving him. "Yes."
“This body used to do this. . .” The fiend had a vague idea who the angel devil was…
Angel was about to get off his bench when the whole thing was launched across the city, and smashed into a building. #OpenRP
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a man in a suit and tie with angel wings is sitting on a set of stairs
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