The Devil Slayer looked up from his vodka and remembered quite a couple of things over the past, what, four hundred something years. Hundreds of years of being shunned, ostracized, rejected by the world. A solitude hell, some would call it.
Constant glares and screams of terror followed Shunsuke wherever he went. Same was true for the rest of his clan, who was notorious for their incredibly violent and disgusting handling of jobs and assassinations.
Constant attacks by Rune Knights. Bounties. Hit orders. All of which bellowed behind the Devil Slayer wherever he was to be found. He had hardly any friends, probably excluding Yugi Sparrow, who he had known since teenage years(Shunsuke ages slowly, but still looks like a twenty-year-old man), but he hadn't seen that man in a while. Asides from him, he had pretty much nobody to talk to, nobody to laugh with, nobody excluding himself. If only it were that easy to gain friends...
Shunsuke's morning routine started out as usual: get out of the velvet bed, get some damn clothes on, go to the bar, drink something, start stalking. Though he had started to break the habit more than I care to admit: it pained him a little bit to see people with what he didn't have.
The Devil Slayer didn't even bother to shave or do anything of the sort today, he just walked to the bar, poured a glass of tequila, drank it down, and laid his head on the barcounter. Just your average day with some tweaks. He was almost ready to go back to sleep, but the cooling effect of the alcohol in his throat kept him awake just enough to look around the guild hall.
If it weren't for being in the guild, Shunsuke would probably be sleeping on a brick floor in Magnolia just waiting for the Rune Knights to arrest the hell out of him, but luckily for him, there seemed to be people who shared in his ideologies.
Constant glares and screams of terror followed Shunsuke wherever he went. Same was true for the rest of his clan, who was notorious for their incredibly violent and disgusting handling of jobs and assassinations.
Constant attacks by Rune Knights. Bounties. Hit orders. All of which bellowed behind the Devil Slayer wherever he was to be found. He had hardly any friends, probably excluding Yugi Sparrow, who he had known since teenage years(Shunsuke ages slowly, but still looks like a twenty-year-old man), but he hadn't seen that man in a while. Asides from him, he had pretty much nobody to talk to, nobody to laugh with, nobody excluding himself. If only it were that easy to gain friends...
Anaconda 1.
The Solitude.
Shunsuke's morning routine started out as usual: get out of the velvet bed, get some damn clothes on, go to the bar, drink something, start stalking. Though he had started to break the habit more than I care to admit: it pained him a little bit to see people with what he didn't have.
The Devil Slayer didn't even bother to shave or do anything of the sort today, he just walked to the bar, poured a glass of tequila, drank it down, and laid his head on the barcounter. Just your average day with some tweaks. He was almost ready to go back to sleep, but the cooling effect of the alcohol in his throat kept him awake just enough to look around the guild hall.
If it weren't for being in the guild, Shunsuke would probably be sleeping on a brick floor in Magnolia just waiting for the Rune Knights to arrest the hell out of him, but luckily for him, there seemed to be people who shared in his ideologies.