interview with lucifer ― o, joining

next was malphas, his mouth dripping with gooey blood, having just finished a meal. he was thankful for beck's plentiful traps- many an idiot got stuck in them, and that meant fresh meat for him. malphas didn't have to eat other cats, he just delighted in the taboo nature of it all.

he stood by zimavich, glaring at fenris. did he have to look like that? was he overcompensating, definitely. he snickered at the thought. malphas was loyal to tanglewood, sure, but he was loyal to the concept. he didn't really care for anybody in the clan- save for a select few. most of them were self-righteous assholes masquerading as good people. maybe he was projecting a little too much.