The music is making his brain bubble. And the bloodlust is terrible. It suffuses his every thought, even as the whole club tilts and twirls in a dizzying wash of color. He focuses on Rido instead. On those strange mismatched eyes. With his intensified senses, he can see every red and blue striation.
In the dimness, his own eyes are bright red.
"'Let out'? Hardly. One has to take their freedom." His smirk deepens. "And I did. From right under my captor's nose."
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The music is making his brain bubble. And the bloodlust is terrible. It suffuses his every thought, even as the whole club tilts and twirls in a dizzying wash of color. He focuses on Rido instead. On those strange mismatched eyes. With his intensified senses, he can see every red and blue striation.
In the dimness, his own eyes are bright red.
"'Let out'? Hardly. One has to take their freedom." His smirk deepens. "And I did. From right under my captor's nose."
That was one triumph in his deal with the Diety.
And the second would soon follow...
Saya.
I'll have you soon enough.