08-26-2018, 05:57 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"]"I've had worse done to me." No threat fazed him for Nos could not die. He could feel pain and the feeling of dying, yes, but he could not die. It was his curse, a nasty one at that. Nonetheless, he had come to terms with it after hundreds of years. All he had to do was to just keep pushing through each day. It seemed he was a hot topic of being a slave now. To be frank, Nosferatu would have been the worse choice for a slave. He was no the average joe who kept trying to run away or fight someone. No, he would just annoy someone to the point that they would toss him off a cliff. In comes immortality. He would get a new body, and his freedom. His eyes shifted towards Esklav as the other approached. A party-pooper, and the worst kind. The demon enjoyed picking on these types. Much to his dismay, he was far too tired to keep up these shenanigans. A different day, perhaps. "Fine. I'll 'join' for a day and be on my way." A free meal ticket and a free hotel - Jackpot!