A derisory tone and intentionally so. Foul contempt conveyed by a narrowing of that blackened gaze, upon witnessing the Slayer's appeal to her perceived better half.
"You think it laid apart from the demonic throng in the age of the primordial? It is exists as a pretender to this world's throne... Crawling deficients, unworthy of what was bequeathed in their name. A species you no longer belong to... And which your calling will pull you from."
Having turned side-on was dismissive, Beth shifted pose, gliding step after step towards, then past her momentary prey of choice. Pausing in consideration, then halting to turn back to Valarie, again.
"You will turn from them, Miss Vause, as surely as they would turn from you. Your kind enact murder with ease of breathing... The hunt cannot be refused. Not by you... Yet, you insist on denying yourself the very empowerment with which could defend others - and consort with those who would not."
Chin raised and the infernal diplomat curved lips into a sickly, cold smile. Devoid of the earlier warmth or charisma. Now a mere statement of facial expression.
"I offer nothing which does not already reside within you. Only the means by which to use it best... For whichever purpose you see fit."
Lifting a pale hand before her, fingertip trailed down nothing but air, yet left a strange, tingling sensation echoing from Valarie's throat to sternum.
"You would truly sacrifice those closest for purity's sake?"
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on 2013-10-25 01:05 am (UTC)A derisory tone and intentionally so. Foul contempt conveyed by a narrowing of that blackened gaze, upon witnessing the Slayer's appeal to her perceived better half.
"You think it laid apart from the demonic throng in the age of the primordial? It is exists as a pretender to this world's throne... Crawling deficients, unworthy of what was bequeathed in their name. A species you no longer belong to... And which your calling will pull you from."
Having turned side-on was dismissive, Beth shifted pose, gliding step after step towards, then past her momentary prey of choice. Pausing in consideration, then halting to turn back to Valarie, again.
"You will turn from them, Miss Vause, as surely as they would turn from you. Your kind enact murder with ease of breathing... The hunt cannot be refused. Not by you... Yet, you insist on denying yourself the very empowerment with which could defend others - and consort with those who would not."
Chin raised and the infernal diplomat curved lips into a sickly, cold smile. Devoid of the earlier warmth or charisma. Now a mere statement of facial expression.
"I offer nothing which does not already reside within you. Only the means by which to use it best... For whichever purpose you see fit."
Lifting a pale hand before her, fingertip trailed down nothing but air, yet left a strange, tingling sensation echoing from Valarie's throat to sternum.
"You would truly sacrifice those closest for purity's sake?"