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No, she was wrong. Inferni never changed, because the individuals in the clan would always be affected by the blood that had stained the clan’s name. Maybe she was partly right, but by wiping them out, Haku was certain lives would be spared. He was surprised, because he had believed all along that he had not held any ill feelings against the clan. They had been the victims of Haku’s need for bloodshed, but that had been all. Or, he had believed so. Maybe he had been wrong all along, or maybe there was something about Cwmfen that made his blood boil. She had satisfied him that night, but Haku always wanted more. He was not certain of what, but he knew he was not fully satisfied. He did no longer believe that he was able to love though. He had never believed so, not really, but at one point he had been willing to believe. Firefly had made feelings stir in his dead body, but it had only been an illusion. It had been because they were the same. They were fruits fallen from the same tree, and had recognized corruption in each other. It had ended poorly. He did not miss the golden woman. Not really.
The scent of blood blended into her natural perfume and made his hackles rise. Slowly, but it was happening. She spoke more, and realized that he would never allow her father to take her body. Not if Haku could avoid it happening, that was. The thought made him furious, and blended in with his burning core for later use. It was weird how such an individual could have been born and survive if her words were true, which they were. ”He wont find you.” the male said, letting go of the Inferni topic. They disagreed and he could not count on her in the future. It was such a shame, she would have been a strong and beautiful ally. She was too righteous. Justice was an ingrown part of her and could not be altered for Haku’s use. It was a sad thing, because she was a comfortable thing to rest one’s eyes on, as well as a strong soul. Maybe this was why she could never be his.
Her reply back to him about his last words created confusion. What was left unspoken? The demon’s mind was simpler than recommended, but that was what made him what and who he was. He could not hinder his thoughts from reaching after those possibilities that question held. He was certain he was wrong, and chose to not understand the question. She could hinder him doing major damage if she said the right words, but she would not. She did not know what he was plotting. ”And what is that?” His orbs vibrated, seemingly glowing with the anticipation. |
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