GUESS WHO'S COMING BACK! :DDD

Paradox traveled the woods...alone. Carrying his many letters and tipping his top hat, he set off on another day as the messenger of his master.

OOC: Y U DISTURB HIS TRANQUIL WALK? >:CCC

Paradox's lip curled up as he looked up at her, the brim from his top hat shadowing his eyes. "I don't have time to talk to little girls right now," his demented, raspy voice called out as he continued to face his destination.

He stopped in mid-step and growled. "Why must vampires be so damn annoying?" He rose his hand up and, in one swift movement, grew claws on that hand, etching away at his cheek until his blood poured. Black blood. "Does that answer your question?"

He stared at both of them with his shadowed eyes, bringing his hand to his face and shaking his head in disbelief. "I...knew I should have taken the other route..." He grabbed onto his shoulder strap and forced a haunting smile, his sharp teeth showing. "Now, if you don't mind, I want to get going. I don't enjoy being late."

Paradox's nose scrunched up, smelling the horrible scent he came to know as the Forever scent. "Congratulations..." He stared at William's extended hand, a twitch occurring on his lips. "You and your kind," he emphasized kind in pure disgust, "taste completely awful and dull and stiff." He turned his attention to Nina, his teeth clenched as if it hurt to even talk to such creatures. "Don't even get me started on how putrid vampires smell and taste..." He attempted to keep walking, but he knew someone else was going to intervene.

He stared at Nina for a few awkward seconds before having a huge, creepy smile sneak upon his face. A toothy, demented grin, nonetheless! "You're a feisty, little vampire, aren't you?"

His grin only grew as he let out a slight chuckle. "Insults are my form of a greeting. The demon way, of course." He then folded his arm and curtsied in a sarcastic bow. "Paradox. Pleased to meet...?"

"Nina...the charming little vampire." He approached her and, with one swift movement, managed to catch her pale, icy hand into his sickly, grey one. He bowed like a gentleman and kissed her hand, but some of the blood that he let pour from his demonstration (It's funny because demonstration has the word demon in it. :3) smeared his lips, so when he lifted his head up to smile wickedly back at her, a slimy, slender, sticky bloody trail followed. "I hope you don't mind. I'm quite the...messy demon." His haunting grin flashed and was creepy on many levels.

Paradox's lips pursed and stiffened. He found her disrespect for his bloody kiss repulsive and just down right degrading him. In Demon culture, the Bloody Kiss is a mechanism to easily convey respect and friendship. Apparently, in the vampire realm, it's insulting. Those weird creatures...

"I have to deliver some things to other parts of the realm for my Demon Lord." He tugs on the strap of his back pack, emphasizing the point that he has a back pack, and, therefore, he's legit.

((OOC: I had to do it...))