The new guy in the office.
Hey, guys! I'm Kent Marcane. I'm a fully-trained Reaper for the Manhattan dispatch, but due to training protocol, I've been stationed in England to learn more tricks of the trade. I'm nothing special really, but I've been told that for a youngster, I've got grit. Not too sure what they mean by that. (Kuroshitsuji OC) [[MAGIC ANON: NONE.]]

~~{ ƈ ą ŧ ą ŋ đ ɱ σ ų ş ε }~~


The nails with the reapers blood on them were brought to his lips, a forked tongue darting out to lap it up. A grin spread across his face at the taste. “мммм….נυѕт αѕ ѕ ω є є т αѕ ι ѕυѕρєcтє∂~” he murmured to himself. The rest was quickly licked off, and te demon staggered up to a standing position from where he’d landed on his knees. His empty eyes fixed on the younger, staring into his eyes. Afraid. And not the strong, steely kind that lent untold strength. The weak, fluttery kind that meant he could easily defeat him.

“ιƒ уσυ я є α ℓ ℓ у ωαηт тσ кησω нσω ι gσт ιη,” he said in response to the question, beginning to walk towards his prey, “ι’ℓℓ ѕнσω уσυ ωнєη ι TAKE YOU BACK WITH ME.” Withthat, he bared his teeth once more and lunged at Kent, very much intent on disabling or disarming him one. One set of claws aimed for the shoulder above his sword arm, the other aimed to grip him by the throat. Whether by severing tendons or threatening to slit his jugular vein, he would get the sword to drop and his new pet under control.

Kent was just about terrified to the point where his joints were locked in place, but instinct willed him to keep alert and most importantly: Stay alive. He swallowed back his fear and glared back menacingly, blade held tight in his right hand. 

He backed up just as the demon walked forward, trying to put as much space as possible between them. When the demon lunged for him it was either move enough to keep hold of his sword or lose his sword but keep himself out of reach. And he was practically useless without his death scythe. He just barely saved his shoulder but gagged and choked as he felt the clawed hand close around his throat. He didn’t need to breathe, but the sudden lack of air was making him lightheaded and even weaker than he already felt. “And- if I y-yell for help?” He gasped out with the last of the air and aimed a stab for the hand that was strangling him.