To be honest I think I was enjoying this whole killing the leaders zone by zone stuff. It was like an RPG game, where a player would advance in levels in a dungeon after defeating each floor boss. But or course there was a. whole lot more at stake than just a simple dungeon raid, and to be honest I felt a little weird. It was as if I had to separate identities fighting for control.
A part of me was yelling g and berating me about my complete disregard of life, even though the life seems to be a perverted combination of a vampire and demon. The old me valued all life, I still did, but I was being too lackadaisical with the lives laid helplessly in front of me. But this was not the time to tortured or guilty over the loss of lives, everything that happens is always a means to an end, and necessary sacrifices for the greater good.
