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This girl gave annoyance a whole new meaning. It normally did not take much for the madwoman to brand someone a sinner; prissy adolescents like the Lykoi child certainly deserved it more than others. Flaws could easily be found in every living creature. In Halo’s case, vanity would be the cause of her downfall. According to the capital vices (the seven deadly sins), unjustified boasting of the sort was associated with Lucifer himself, and was punishable by death. “Vanagloria, one of the six hateth by the Lord,” she recited loud and clear, coal-tinted lips stretching into a contented smirk. Perhaps in due time, Halo would understand how futile and unimportant beauty truly was. Those ornaments of hers, be it clothes or jewelry, were worthless. Gabriel’s subordinate wore jewelry to impress, while Lillith wore hers in allegiance to the clan.
The lack of respect in the youngster's tone of voice, especially when she spoke of the Aquila, did not surprise the loner. It made her question Gabriel’s judgment; how exactly did this teenager contribute to Inferni’s wellbeing? Aquamarine orbs swept over the elegant curves composing her body. She had been blessed by the Gods when it came to beauty; an Aphrodite in the making. But how valuable did that make her? Her body was inexperienced in battle, and she was no diplomat in the making. A pretty girl lacking a proper brain and personality was as good as dead. “I don’t care if you mind or not, child.” she countered, emphasis carefully placed on the last word spoken. Respect had to be earned and in this case, the crimson-eyed adolescent was behaving no better than a brainless goon.
Out of nowhere, her tone of voice had changed. It was lighter, almost friendly. This caught Lillith off guard. As the hybrid brought forth her wrist, the ashen femme’s smirk instantly morphed into a cautious snarl; above lip curling upwards, revealing a row of tainted fangs. But her instinctual reaction receded soon after the girl’s question rang clear. “All those trinkets, they cannot overshadow your soul’s repulsiveness. But you could rule the world by adding tact and refinement to your personality.”
The lack of respect in the youngster's tone of voice, especially when she spoke of the Aquila, did not surprise the loner. It made her question Gabriel’s judgment; how exactly did this teenager contribute to Inferni’s wellbeing? Aquamarine orbs swept over the elegant curves composing her body. She had been blessed by the Gods when it came to beauty; an Aphrodite in the making. But how valuable did that make her? Her body was inexperienced in battle, and she was no diplomat in the making. A pretty girl lacking a proper brain and personality was as good as dead. “I don’t care if you mind or not, child.” she countered, emphasis carefully placed on the last word spoken. Respect had to be earned and in this case, the crimson-eyed adolescent was behaving no better than a brainless goon.
Out of nowhere, her tone of voice had changed. It was lighter, almost friendly. This caught Lillith off guard. As the hybrid brought forth her wrist, the ashen femme’s smirk instantly morphed into a cautious snarl; above lip curling upwards, revealing a row of tainted fangs. But her instinctual reaction receded soon after the girl’s question rang clear. “All those trinkets, they cannot overshadow your soul’s repulsiveness. But you could rule the world by adding tact and refinement to your personality.”