sirenspull | (no subject)

[The screen flickers on and before it stands a pale creature with black hair and a long white coat. His eyes are red as rubies, lips bloodless pale in a faint smile

He tips his head to the side, hands clasped behind his back and when he speaks the voice is childish, affecting a lilt at the end of his words]

Canada. Aha.

[His tongue is pointed as it darts out to wet his lips]

I see through your trap. Nazis. You’ve mastered killing off your own kind but fail so badly at humor.

[Those red eyes take on an inner glow, burning like hellfire. Shadows thicken and draw forward, velvety fingers licking at his boots, at the shadowed hem of his coat]

I’ll have my Coffin and my human, now. [He looks left. Then right.

Then up.

Then down, back on the NV.

His tone is solemn, scolding, though the smile at the corners of his mouth deepens] No? [His bloodless lips pull back in a ghoulish smile, revealing dainty fangs that grow longer, sharper, two sets of upper canines, two sets of lower canines]

Then I shall huff and puff and tear this whole island down.