The Crackoile upon hearing such words coming from the seemingly devilish being, Aven.
Shuddered in fear, as his whole body had somehow become frozen.
Hu..man.
Don't think I am afraid of you.
The Crackoile stuttered as he was filled with the opposite of what it had just stuttered out of his mouth.
Oo.
Aven sounded with his brows raised up, showing his surprise gaze.
And you aren't afraid of me.
Aven said in a childish and playful voice.
But to the Crackoile, this was nothing in resemblance to a child's voice or tune.
This is the voice of nothing but a monster, this is the voice of a devil.
This is what one would describe as the devil's cry.
Despite the fact that I just resurrected and came back from the underworld.
You don't seem to be afraid of me, right.
Aven said, as he questioned the Crackoile with an interrogation gaze.
Th..at.
