His monstrous grin brought a strange sense of hurt over her. How could he take such pleasure in her open despair? Perhaps this was part of that madness she had thought so highly of. Yet there was nothing that could be done about this—she remained powerless and small, slowly being devoured by the red eyed man’s shadow. She had not managed to become what he had wanted her to be, but had she fallen that far? Or was it her? His mock danced on twisted features, but her words seemed to touch him , if only for a moment. Time was what she lacked the most at the moment. Blood was blood; she could not deny who and what she was, even if it hurt.
”No, Daddy,” the woman answered; the title granted him burning her tongue. Poison spilled into her tense voice, but she could not help it. This was beyond fucked up. Way beyond. Some form of black humour must have found her then, because she found herself unable to stop herself now. ”Itachi, this is your Grandpa Samael,” Strange how she could sound so calm when the world was spinning and absolutely mad. Her crimson gaze softened. She would truly suffer if the child was taken away from her. ”Please let him go.. You don't have to do this..” she begged, hands reaching for the child beyond her reach.
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