"You are absolutely correct," murmured the Priest, his voice and body calm on the outside, but internally, he was seething. That female was designed by the Gods specifically for him. She was everything he didn't know that he needed.
And she bled red without saying a word.
She was his, and it wasn't for some dimwitted clergyman to take matters into his own hands and dispose of her.
"Thank you, Your Eminence," sighed the white-robed male, a proud smirk appearing on his mouth. "I was trying to copy how you would have dealt with the female."
062 studied the other male, his head cocked to the side. The male better not have treated her how the Priest would have because if that were the case, the male would be drifting out in space in a hundred different pieces.
