❝I WILL CORRUPT YOU.❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. LET HIM DEVOUR. LET HIS CLAWS TEAR. YOU ARE HIS PREY.

❝Then you must perish, savage.❞

❝Light is so easily tainted, /beast/.❞ The curve of his lips is awfully sharp, as fingers curl around the handle of his own katana. He does not withdraw it. His eyes are half-lidded—lazy. ❝You are not worthy.❞

❝You are not worthy,❞ he repeats, voice dropping several octaves to be dangerously low.

The seas of his eyes, are seared with apathy. Nothingness, nothingness—he basks in it. His gaze slides from Hazukashi’s face, to the gleaming crystal—his lips settled into a thin line. ❝You are boring me. Speak fast and true.❞

❝Then come, beast. GIVE ME SOMETHING TO REMEMBER. If you disappoint me, /girl,/ then I will bring your demise.❞ Arms spread wide and high. He does not move, to grasp his own katana.

❝Your body is mine, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 to dine on.❞

❝Let me see you live, live before I take it all away.❞

❝I pray you will prove yourself to be WORTHY SPORT.❞

❝Would you like to dance with the devil, tonight?❞ His hand extends; and his smile is sly.