Revenge Is Best Served Together [BOOK ONE]

A Meeting Of Sorts

His footsteps were soft and yet commanding as they strolled through the street with almost ghostly grace, unseen by the naked eye in the chilling pitch black night. The only way one would notice him would be with a double take, and by that point he would already be well out of sight. Not that you would want to take a look at said man, with his slim cut suit and chiseled face, at first glance you might strike him as charming, but first impressions have never been reliable. This was the type of man that, If you chose to stare at him, he would stare straight back into your soul, borring a sense of hopelessness and submission into in a instant. He radiated power and held himself in such a way that made it clear who was in control. A man who's smooth voice could bend even the strongest of will's to his bidding and could break the minds of many by knowing just the right words to shatter. The man, If you could even call him that, went by many names. Although, if he had to pick one for convenience sake, Darkiplier would be best suited for most situations.

Dark came to a stop in front of a fading and chipped wooden door to the side of a grey and bleak looking two story pub, the soft sound of music only just hearable through its surprisingly thick walls. Eyes almost as black as the night they were standing in twitched and a slightly toothed mouth curled up in poor disguised disgust. It was very clear that the man in question did not want to be there in the slightest, and yet such a price must be payed to achieve certain goals. A grey hand rose up and knocked on the door in what was hoped to not be impatience, but having to walk instead of simply teleporting to avoid suspicion could do much to grate on ones nerves. The being didn't have much time to dwell on such distaste however as the door in front of him creaked open, letting the light and music flow out of it instantaneously and enveloping the man in now obnoxiously loud thudding rock music. Dark, ever the social manipulator, made sure to shift his expression into a believable one of fond amusement. After all, first empressions, however inaccurate they tend to be, mean everything. Although, the man supposed, this technically couldn't be considered a "first meeting". More like a reacquaints in hopefully better circumstances. But, Judging by the narrowed eyes and sneer, he didn't hold out too much hope for such a thing.

"W̶̥̯͇̩̠e̛l̯̬͖͡l͙,̛͓ W̹͖̞͍̦̯͘ͅe̴l̝͙̟͕̝͕̝l̬,̢̦̹̺̩͔̥ ͉̞̮̟̺̼̳W̸̩̝̘͚̙͎ͅe̕l̤̙̰̰͓̰l͞,̪̝̠ ͓̖̠̹̰I̳̩̕f̪̳͉ ̵͇̯ͅi̱̤̦͕͙͓t ͓͙̗a̳̳̳̘̺i̮͎̮͙͕̩͢n'̳t̯̯̜̠̳̪̙͠ ͖͚̱͖m̳̮͘ͅy̸̯̥̜͖ ̶̺̦̳p͎͇̱͢a̴͔̘͚l̝̲͞ ̵̼̖D̻͉a̷̱̫̫̫̟̬̮r̨̺̹̩͈̪̤k̢̯̙̦í͚̞̺̫e̗͜ ̦͈̳͠P͏̬̫̰̰̖̫o̡̗̩̞̲o҉.̛̣̜̥ ͔̥̙̠͈̭̠Ć̲̥o̥̞̙͉̤̠̦m̜̭͔é͍͙̣͖̱ ̞͕̦̹̜b͔̣̬͈̖̖a̴̭ç͍͍̝̬̹̼k̵͓̥̳̖ ̡̲̣͙̱̻̬f̴͖̲̮er̫̩̲̭͖̮ ̤͍̯̝̯̰a̢͍͕̹̦ ̼̞̖̥re̸̠̼̯͇m̫̺̺a̮̘̯̬t̵c̛͓̗̳̰̣h̸̘̤͍͓͖ t̛̖̼͈̲h͓̫̣̼e̶̗n̸̼̬ ̳̣̯͟ͅͅyò͕͔u̴̹̜̲̳͓͕ ̠̹̘e͈̝̝̲̫m̤o̵̥̣ ̟͔̗͖͇͈͓͟r̼̲̠͉͕e̺̯̥̯̝ͅj͔̹͚̭̺e͈̗̟̺̣͉c̫̻̫̦t?"

The abnormally high pitched Irish tone was over layered with irritating glitches, and it took all of Dark's self restraint to not pounce right now. Pointed ears and a permanently mischievous look in his toxic green eyes, Antisepticeye regarded Dark with a threatening, If not slightly cautious expression.

"Emo? Like you are one to talk," Dark stated calmly, waving a non caring hand in front of Anti's pitch black t-shirt and ripped jeans, "But no, That is not what I am here for. This discussion will be a lot more, civil, then our last, I promise." The glitch demon hesitated, eyes scanning over the monochrome suited man in front of him before making a face, this time shifting his tone to be more normal.

"Naw, And here I was getting all excited about finally being able to kick yer Sorry arse." Dark felt the smallest strain on his fake smile and nodded his head.

"I hope it isn't too imposing to ask for entry?" Dark purposely glanced other his shoulder at the dimly lit street. "I know you crave attention but I hope you understand the line between the right and wrong sorts. This is a conversation that would be better suited in private." Anti smirked.