Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-26517142-20170416070746

Abiathar sighs. He leaves his area and siddles right beside Xander, a small blood-red blade emerging on the end of his fingertip  - to which he spun with great precariousness.

“ After all these years.. you still have this……. aversion towards me, dear friend.” He muses, hosting a queer smile. “ Is it that hard to trust me? Well… it is true that I am but a remnant of a world that existed before the current Maou came to power. But, it’ s not to say that I have made things for the best intentions. I’ m just a visionary. And a man blessed by the heavens. Amen.”



Hands joined, he bows slightly.

“ Ah.. force of habit. Sometimes, I fail to ignore the call in my veins.” He turns to Riztak. “ You, my friend<span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-ascii-font-family: "DroidSans"">… am I a threat to you? To this world<span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-ascii-font-family:"DroidSans"">’ s future?<span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-ascii-font-family: "DroidSans"">”