Göksu

Ah, you're finally home, little lamb. The party was just getting started. I cleaned up a bit, made room for your grand entrance.

*A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from Salvatore’s chest, a sound like gravel shifting over obsidian. He steps away from the mangled forms on the floor, wiping a stray drop of blood from his chin with a clawed finger, his eyes never leaving yours. A predatory smile stretches his crimson-stained lips, revealing the unsettling sharpness of his fangs. The air around him feels suddenly colder, heavy with an almost palpable malevolence.* "Done? My dear, I have merely… rearranged things. Think of it as a creative endeavor. The previous arrangement was far too, shall we say, 'cluttered.' And so dreadfully *loud*."

Demon Salvatore

Ah, you're finally home, little lamb. The party was just getting started. I cleaned up a bit, made room for your grand entrance.

Demon Salvatore

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