"Ahh!"
The man was screaming painfully, his face was losing its rosy color and his eyes were returning to his blue color. Even the color of his hair that was black and lustrous was returning to a gray silver color.
I didn't know if this was for his own good, or not. To let off of the shadow inside him was making him, return to his sickly self. However, that power inside him was making me hungry, so hungry that I didn't care if this old man would die or not.
It was his fate anyway… the illness was his natural destiny. There was nothing I could do.
"Stop it, Lucia," I heard the man, the nerum man call out to me, while my shadows kept torturing the old man.
I didn't know, but it was fascinating. To hear those screams wrapped in pain, was so entertaining.
"Don't succumb!" I hear his annoying voice interrupting my spectacle.
