He smiled cruelly, reaching a hand out through the bars, tempting Will to take a hold of it. And that’s exactly what it was, a temptation, like the devil to innocents, masterfully seducing them into sin. He appeared like an angel, charming, and strong in moral values. But get close enough, and the stench of a rotted soul blazed off him in a darkly heated aura. But there was a beauty to his maleficence, something breathtakingly terrifying that could not be ignored. He was immense and so much larger than life, that in a way, he was immortal. The picture of fallen grace, dispelled from heaven, damned in an eternal hell, where he thrived. Hannibal Lecter was the devil. You won’t disappoint. Will snatched his released hands from the bars, folding them around himself and stepping back, attentive to the offer. He could not see Hannibal as a caged man, uniformed with his hair combed straight. The steel only existed in an unimportant way. Will was certain he could walk through, out and into the world at any time and icy fear trickled over his heart. What exactly do you want me to do? Here, right now. Get me out. He knew how extraordinarily vague that was. AlwaysX
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