A warm feeling that was covering one's hand.
A warm sticky liquid that had a bright crimson color…..
It was disgusting….
It made her want to puke….
That was the first impression of the blood that was being spilled from the person that she took his life….
It was disgusting…
The smell of iron that was filling her nose….
The small amount of drop that entered her mouth filled her with the taste of metal….
The feeling of taking someone's life….
It was somehow disgusting…..
But, comfortable at the same time.
Different from the first kill she had taken, this time the man in front of her was not here to take her life.
Though she knew he was abusing the girl in front of her, and that made her feel a bit rage in her heart, it wasn't to the point as the feelings she had felt when she killed the man Callius left in Lismore City.
"He is yours."
