Hungry...
The wandering purple haired priest placed a gloved hand over his grumbling stomach. Xellos Metallium trudged along in the busy market place. Grinning mischievously, Xel knew he could easily snatch something, or rather anything, to satisfy his hunger. His tummy growled in agreement.
But she wouldn't like that, would she...
The cloaked Mazoku shrugged the thought off. Who cared? Not him. Definitely not him.
Xellos selected a small humble bakery with a wonderfully delicious aroma coming from its welcoming glass door. Someone sure knew how to cook. Of course, not him. ^-^; Xel took a deep sniff, savoring the smell and walked in.
The little bakery's door had a little golden bell of fine quality hanging on it, which gave off a little note as Xellos opened the door and walked in. The gold trinket reflected in the sunlight streaming in through the glass door.
It was golden...beautiful and strong, yet delicate and smooth...like her hair.
Xellos blinked. Whatever...It was a bell. A common bell. Only a bell.
Still hungry...
The Mazoku's stomach reminded him. Xel looked around the humble pastry store.
Ah ha! Cinnamon rolls! Perfect in every way. Especially when you're a hungry Xel. The rolls were the size of his gloved fist and coated with sugar and cinnamon, of course. With a sly play of hand, the trickster priest had himself a sweet snack, or rather three sweet snacks. Three yummy rolls in his hand. Just for him, himself, and one hungry Xellos.
A door opened from the back of the shop with a soft creeeek...
The purple haired Mazoku swiftly put his guilty gloved roll-containing hand behind his cloaked back as an elderly man with fuzzy white hair and a kind expression walked to the front counter from the bakery kitchens. Young people loved his creations so. It was nice to see a healthy and strong gentleman stop buy for a snack.
"Hello there, young man."
The gentle voice was warm and trusting, like hers would never be. Xellos winced. What kind of Mazoku was he is he couldn't even keep some dumb dragon out of his head for a while? He gave himself a mental bwap. Mazoku equals evil. Right.
"Can I help you, young feller?"
The old gentleman's voice cut through Xellos's thoughts. His err... evil thoughts. He felt like he was going soft.
Like a cinnamon roll.
"No thank you, just looking."
Xellos gave the elderly man a charming and innocent grin and he slipped the cinnamon rolls into his pouch secretly. Convincing, yes. Smooth as cream. Good for the conscience? No, not really.
The guilty purple haired trickster walked quickly to the door and swung it open. The little bell rang. Its voice rang out and prodding what little conscience Xellos had. Sigh...he thought of her again. He could just hear it.
"XELLOS!!!"
Not good. Without turning back, he flipped a coin to the bakery owner and vanished.
The little bell gave a contented sigh as the door closed.
And somewhere out there, some wandering purple haired priest did too.