Such an uncomfortable feeling seemed
to hover around the small child. Amar
shifted his weight, his eyes seeming to
slide off of the boy, like a magnet sliding
off the other end of another magnet.
(but he is not similar to this boy, is he?)
”If you are lost…
do you need help?
I can take you where you need to go.”
He offers, but he hopes that the kid will
decline. He prays that he’ll turn on one
of those little heels and skip off away
from him.
Easy come easy go.
Why do you feel like sickness?
Its smile grew wider until sharpened
teeth were on display, putting its
hands behind its back innocently as
it watched the man struggle. It was
abundantly clear the man wanted to
get away. And it was with that in
mind that Iblis took a step closer, the
pale blue eyes never faltering from
the man’s face.
"I’m not sure if you can
help me at all. But I’m
never one to turn down an offer.“