"Are you sure about this, Haruki?" Days before the battle with Dominion, hungry for power Haruki traded the very blood in his body for poison. "You will die if you drink from the chalice."
Asmodia's warnings were not the least concerning for him, for he had figured out a loophole to continuously revive himself after dying. Yet fearing things might get a little tricky, Asmodia wanted him to think his plans through before going forward with what he was about to do.
"Only one of us can die at a time, and their soul travels into the other's vessel, correct?" standing before the blood chalice filled with the tainted blood of the creator, Haruki pressed his onto its side and shifted his gaze to Asmodia to the side.
"That's right, but, even I think drinking that is an insane idea!" Asmodia complained.
