"Well, maybe you're right about that point of view... but in any case, I'll get right to the point on this subject." So, Enkidu Vinter Van Hellsing, do you want to be my kannushi?"
Sylvia inquired, her gaze not moving away from Enkidu's, who was urging her to catch one she needed. Everything was bound by time, and yet this individual is neither a witch nor a God. And yet he seemed to be free of such things; even she couldn't see into his future, almost as if it was too uncertain to discern it was quite the sight to behold.
Add this one-of-a-kind quality to the ridiculous amount of power he possesses, and you have a highly desirable extension that Sylvia The Witch of Future wants right now. She desired him, she required him, and she had to have him at whatever cost. May her body be the price, her soul, her essence, her very notion that she would give him if it meant that her fate, as well as the fate of the human realm, may be spared from the impending calamity.
