His voice was everywhere. No matter where Erwin went, Levi would always be talking, teasing, taunting, tempting him to fall deeper and deeper. Sometimes it was a premonition of defeat that sought out his bones. Sometimes, however, something akin to anger would get hold of his thoughts. Anger for himself and the disappointment he’d felt for himself so many times already; anger for the way this demon would disregard everything for the thrill of selfish entertainment.
“Your spirit is too weak.”
Those words rung within his head like an echo. The click of the door as it fell shut dropping in between and announcing a situation in which Erwin was pretty much trapped. Not enough willpower, not enough strength or belief. Belief. He almost felt himself spitting that word now. What was belief when he couldn’t hold onto it in times like these? What was it worth when God couldn’t even save one of his devoted servants?
“Too weak,” he repeated and turned around with a sudden surge of anger. Hands found adorned wrists and grabbed them; slammed them against the solid wood of his door before a body pressed that of the demon right into it. “You talk a lot.”
Something had snapped in those seeminlgy endless moments of torture. This time he wouldn’t be overrun by that demon. Erwin would show him the side he’d subdued for such a long time. The side that didn’t belief.
His grip tightened; teeth gritted as he hissed. “You never take. You wait until your prey gives up and hands itself to you on a golden plate. What kind of demon are you, Levi?”
SOMETHING IN ERWIN...CHANGED---a flicker of a flame that he had seen before, but Levi had quickly crushed as easily as it came. However, he was unsure of what to do about that fire this time. It was bigger than usual, as if Erwin had suddenly come to some form of realization that Levi would not be at all content for him to know. The anger was felt---relished even, but he didn't have a chance to linger in his arrogance long before hands wrapped around his wrist and he was pressed firmly the door. He gave a gasp of surprise, eyes wide as if he was trying to figure out what had just transpired as he peered into this blues. They were far more intense than they normally could be, and that both excited him and filled him with a form of agitation he couldn't quite put into words. He loved when prey struggled, but when they struggled too hard and too much, it became more of an annoyance than enjoyment.
'You talk a lot.'
Eyes narrowed, his tail flickering behind himself back and forth like that of a disgruntled cat. "You've got a lot of fucking nerve coming at me like this." Tone was low, threatening as those hands tightened on his wrists. The taunt thrown at him was surprising because it was true. He did enjoy watching his food crumble beneath his feet until they all but begged for him and only him to end their pitiful existence. It was a lot more fun that way, and much easier for a demon as lazy as he was. Why put so much effort into all this if he didn't have to? He threw his head back at that last sentence, a raucous laugh escaping him. This man---was he baring his fangs at him?
Cute. Just cute.
"Oh, Erwin, when did you become an expert on demons? Last time I checked, you were stumbling along hoping that you could figure me out along the way; praying day in and day out for strength from someone you don't even know exists or not. Yet somehow you believe you know about my kind?" He laughed again, the sound near crazed as if he had been told the greatest joke in the world.
