Interlude
I walked amongst the crowd trying my best to ignore the constant murmuring of the perverts that talked about which girl they wished to ravish for their own grotesque amusement. It took everything I had to not roll my eyes in disgust. Somehow these lambs made me feel bad for the perverts that had been ousted and made into pariahs for their forthcoming nature. Well almost at leads.
A part of me wishes to know how the female population would react to knowing the depravity that every man in this school kept hidden in their heart of hearts. Would they go on a crusade to punish the welps or simply ignore the fact that they were no better than the ones they so vehemently hated, shaking their heads and delude themselves with the phrase, "At least they keep it to themselves," regardless of the answer, it all leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
Currently I was returning home from school when this group of fellow students decided to cut in front of my path and began chit chatting about their deepest desire to one another. It was a pathetic sight to behold and just reemphasized my feelings towards these...people, if you could call a bunch of mangy mutts in heat people.
"Careful partner, you might just end up releasing some killing intent at this rate." He warned and I scoffed at the notion.
Even if I did release an ounce of my killing intend none of them would be conscious long enough to realize what was happening let alone who it was coming from.
"It's not the sheep I'm worried about but rather the wolves in sheep's clothing." The dragon urged and I had to sigh at the mentioning of Gremory, Sitri and that pesky Sallos.
The devil heirs one day showed up in town and claimed it as their joint territory, little did they know that it was never theirs to begin with, it has and always will be mine. You see I was born in Kuoh, raised in Kuoh, it only makes sense for it to belong to me no matter how rotten of a town it is. At least it's rot is not as overwhelming as the rest of the world and those that inhabit it.
Gremory was self-indulgent. Sitri self-important And Sallos was self-entitled. They all smelt of the rot I've grown to associate with devils but none smelled as bad as Sallos. The very thought of those three running around to do as they pleased was enough to make my skin itch as they'd no doubt continue to spread their dogma of sin and debauchery.
No matter while they live amongst the swells I live to feed on their terror, their despair. I am a dragon that shall devour the lambs and wolves alike. I need only the right moment to act. And then I shall have peace.