☉NARIEL
The thin layer of my night dress offered little defense as the cold table surface seeped through, chilling my skin.
My finger tapped lightly on the table's edge, my gaze shifting from his clenched hands to the dark, veined marble floor. "If you need an offspring so fervently, why not fashion one with your demon abilities?" My eyes lifted to meet his. "But given your immortality and your conquest to death itself, passing down a legacy seems unnecessary.”
A shallow nod. “You believe I cannot die?”
I halted my tapping, a frown tugging at my features. "Arucard spoke of it, and I recall you alluding to something similar. Or was it perhaps a tactic to instill fear in a poor naive half-breed?"
“You do fear me?” An arched brow.
“I do not. At least, not anymore.” My tapping resumed.
