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Villager: tang

He let out a growl in dis-appeasement; as he nodded. He did bring this upon himself. He began to follow Retyui, but with his head high. Even if he did fuck up, he had the dignity not to act like he did. He strained an amused tone, forcing a smile. He didn't even acknowledge the teasing, too lost in his mind. "Yes, of [b]course.[b]"

"Clever, are we? That'll change, sooner or later." He lands, giving his bat-like wings a rest. "You have chosen number one. Now, you must deal with me." His smirk widens, but within his mind, he's aggravated. 'Dammit! I should have thought before thinking...! Now, look what I've gotten into! I'm practically a slave, now!' He bares his fangs, unknowing that his ears have flattened.

"I forgot to tell you," he smirks, easily hovering in front of Retyui, "I'm soul-bound, until someone decides upon a choice. You could either spend eternity with me; or make a decision. Which - is basically death, or, a deal with a demon. You have ten-seconds."

You hormonal teenagers. I'm not surprised. However, if you value your life... I suppose you could make a deal with a... soul thief. I advise you, not to betray it. You'll value your life, a lot more.

I don't know why you're so... infuriated. All I want is your embodiment of life - a simple soul. Is that so much to ask for...?

I'll fight you, and win... who the Hell took my scythe?!

I will find you, like Dustin Bates in Telescope.