Your relationship with me will depend largely on your balance of compassion and your urge to kill.
I will attach myself to that part of your soul.
And that will bind us.
It is easiest to think of me as a cursed spirit.
But right now, your compassion is low. Very, very low.
So. . .
( Lifting his shirt up and off his body. )
We have to bond on that, first.
That’s good.
( He says just above a whisper. Leaning in to kiss up Yuta’s jugular vein… Sucking on the skin. Pushing his own pants down… )
Take it out for me.
Call me Umbra.
( Sucking gently. Grazing his canines against the skin. He’s quite delicious… Reaching down to wrap his hand around Yuta… And squeezing just a bit. Pumping. )
That’s right.
Do you have compassion for anything, Yuta? Like you did for Rika?
( Pushing his chest up against Yuta’s body, humming a low groan into his ear. Up and down his hand goes… )
Anything? Anybody?
No, no… Something more than that… Does anything make your heart swell?…
( He starts to gyrate his body as Yuta touches him, panting into the boy’s ear… )
Does the thought of anything in this world, make you feel empathetic?
Right…
Do you know that’s a source of power?
( Sinking his hind down against Yuta’s shaft, letting it brush up against the cleft of his hind. )
To understand humanity…
Do you want to be stronger?
( He continues to question, reaching back and teasing his ass with Yuta’s tip. Sucking on the corner of his jaw… )
If you do, you have to want me too.
You can get the revenge you want with compassion, Yuta…
“You want me, I need to hear it from you more…”
He’s getting rather heated from this mortal. How peculiar… The universe is at work.
“Lean into your hunger, Yuta. You want power. You want /me/.”