From the moment Asmodeus entered the prison, something seemed off. He couldn't quite put his finger on the issue until after a rush of white overwhelmed him, and he acted on pure instinct and desire.
'What the hell was that...'
He stepped back, watching Ein stare at him blankly with her large, silver eyes wide open.
There was a strangely sweet scent in the air, like summer flowers brewed into a tart and delicious tea and yet... the only one inside the room, the source of this intoxicating scent, was the pure white woman in front of him.
"What have you done?!" He grunted in an almost blind rage.
Yet Ein remained still, watching him with the same bewildered gaze.
Her pretty lips were painted crimson red by his blood.
The way it slowly dripped in a single stream, a single bead down her chin, was unbelievably picturesque. His chest tightened as blood began surging through his veins as if to burst from the deep cut inside his lip.
Snap!
