Corinthian I Naël

Open banter,

elaborated replies preferred. Content is always mature-rated.

Naël wasn’t a very good driver. He could drive a car, had it under control… he liked to drive fast and knew it was better not to run red lights, but beyond that he paid little attention to traffic rules. It was something he simply didn’t want to make friends with: earthly rules. The nightmare lived among humans, adapted to them… but he had once been created to reflect evil, to manifest it and show it to humans, and well… evil was probably very reluctant to obey speed limits, wasn’t it?

Be that as it may, he was in a hurry that afternoon. He didn’t want to miss a certain spectacle, some political madness. He barely paid attention to the road, typing something into his cellphone, even though it wasn’t particularly important. Then suddenly there was a loud bang, a crash, and he instinctively slammed on the brakes. Sighing, he brushed some hair from his face, checked whether there was another car behind him, but luckily the road was empty of people and vehicles… what a coincidence. Slightly annoyed, he got out, looked at his car and realized it had taken quite a beating, all the aesthetics gone…

A person was crouching on the ground, obviously injured, the right arm looked a little deformed, but this human was still conscious and managed to look pretty damn angry. With a grin, Naël knelt down next to his accidental victim and looked at it with interest, but also with indifference.

“That looks painful…”

he whispered, knowing full well that the injuries were exactly that... painful.

“May I offer you a painkiller?”

His smile widened, almost disgusting, provocative and friendly all at once.

“You have beautiful eyes…”

Something he could never quite deny himself, because he still had to fight to get human eyes at all.. but that was only one of his many goals in the world of the Wake.