Almost like a Fairytale

[Corporal Light]

Ballad curled his finger around the trigger, the barrel of the gun pointed straight at Koal's head. He had no idea what the hell he did to cause some sort of.... archdemon or whatever to show up and swear vengeance on him. With a threat like that, there was little wonder why Ballad swooped forward and brought the kid onto the ground.

Now he had him at his mercy. All it would take would be a split second and some pressure, and he wouldn't even have to think about it. The only part of him that would get hurt would be his ears, but he's fired the gun enough times to get used to the ringing. His black revolver glinted in the sunlight as a brisk wind passed through the trees, brushing up against Ballad's coat. He brought his revolver forward, placing the front of the barrel onto the half-demon's forehead as he closed his eyes. He felt his finger twitch as it moved towards the trigger, hesitating.

The gunner stopped, the trigger inches away from firing. He noticed the eerie smile plastered on the gangster's face, as if he was okay with the fact that Ballad was about to kill him. The sharpshooter hadn't met anyone who would willingly give up just to allow him to shoot them in the face. It would be suicide, especially for this kid, who had already shown that he had a side to him that he kept hidden. It'd be retarded to just give up as soon as that side left.....unless something else was going on.

No....

What did that... thing say again? That he'd come back and bring him to his knees? What for?

Wait a second...

No 'archdemon' or whatever would simply go away. Not with that power. He wanted to create despair, just like his title said. And the way he could do that would be to-

"That motherfucker." Ballad whispered, barely audible past his scarf. Koal opened his eyes, rolling them up to the cold metal touching his skin. He prepared to speak, but was soundly cut off by the weapon thrusting forward, causing him to grunt in pain.

"Don't think I don't know what that little imp thing is planning inside your head, Koal. I'm too smart for that."

"Wha-what do you mean?"

"I mean that I'm not even going to THINK about killing you." Ballad said, removing the gun from Lynch's forehead. He parted his coat, placing it back inside his holster as he turned away from the kid. He would not allow him to look at his face no matter how hard he tried. He figured that, if Seraph wasn't fucking with him, then his best bet was NOT to say anything and just ignore him. With that in mind, he proceeded to walk away from the kid, not looking back for even a moment, his frown returning.