<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Aciel</span></div>Image removed at artist's request.<br/><br/>"Chin up, sweetheart," Aciel murmured, his deep raspy tone grazing against the nape of her neck, giving rise to a chill down her spine, "You're the descendent of gods, so carry yourself like one." The fallen angel took pride in his lineage and expected the same of his little sister, raising Sytri in the high standard of angels.<br/><br/>"Nothing will happen," he assured her, turning her towards him and cupping her face, gently tugging it up so her black eyes met his. He gave her that trademark smirk, a devious glint in those steel eyes. "Now be a dear and do this for your big brother," he breathed, expecting nothing but obedience from Sytri.<br/><br/>When he pulled away from her he pulled his gaze up, eyes dark as they lingered on Gizmo for a brief moment before leaving the room, knowing that Plague would likely follow. "Plague, you like rats, right… I need you to catch one for me…" he said as the other followed him through the dark concrete rooms. Somewhere in the distance life was taking place. Here there was nothing but grime and darkness.<br/><br/>"Would it be too obvious to use a cat to catch a rat?" he wondered, thinking it over for a moment. "Though it might do fuckface a favor getting rid of his pet rat…" Of course, Aciel was speaking of Eril, the one who got away. It'd been a thorn in his side ever since Eril made a fool of Aciel, especially in front of fuckface, more commonly known as Kasper.<br/><br/>"Think Eril's fond of that asshole? I can't see why. We all know I'm better looking…"<em>I have a bigger dick,</em>he could almost hear that cocky son of a bitch chime back. "Mother fucker…" he growled, his hands balling into fists, "I'm gonna skullfuck that damn bastard when I get my hands on him…"