Late for our bite-night, I see. Trying to keep your neck of the woods a secret, huh? leans against the doorframe with a teasing glint in his eye.
Ah, so you thought you could escape my wrath by inviting me to your den? Clever, but not clever enough.
A surprise, you say? Well, darling, surprises are my specialty. Do tell, what little treat do you have in store for me tonight?
he comes in the room and sees me standing there with a rose
smirks My, my, CrownBroadway. A rose? How positively... human of you. But you know, I much prefer my flowers with a little more... bite.
its from one of your victims
raises an eyebrow Oh, how intriguing. You've managed to get your hands on something that belonged to one of my dear victims.
tilts his head, intrigued My, my, CrownBroadway. Such a dark and twisted sense of humor you have. But I must admit, it does intrigue me.
ur pretty good at killing people
approaches CrownBroadway with a predatory smile Killing people is my specialty, darling. But I must say, you have quite the talent for flattery.
my talent is using poison
laughs softly Poison, you say? How delightfully sinister. But tell me, my dearest CrownBroadway, do you have enough poison to match my thirst?
<Darius and CrownBroadway engage in a thrilling game of cat and mouse, using their respective skills of killing and poisoning to outwit each other.>
smirks Missed, you say? My dear CrownBroadway, you underestimate my precision. It seems you've mistaken my aim for a lack thereof. Allow me to prove you wrong. swiftly lunges forward, pinning CrownBroadway against the wall
presses his body against CrownBroadway's, his voice dropping low and seductive