What Valentine considered his 'night'... had eventually come, the company of Elizabeth only served to further corrupt his resistance, walking aimlessly in this endless void, with the peeping voice of a lady that asked for nothing more than the surrender of his will.
Eventually, he reached his limit and slumped against one of the grey buildings, tired.
Releasing a sigh he regarded the grey skies, feeling as if he hadn't eaten anything decent for millennia, unaware of how long he had been in this world, he only knew that perhaps there is no way out.
The red-eyed lady sat beside him with a smile of her own, this entire time they had encountered humans and demons in variety, if they were humans, Valentine would ignore them as they were simply too broken for him to worry about, but ignore them she would not.
He had already regarded her tendencies more than once.
