He avenged his mother. He made Kitsune suffer.
'Avenge her...' The words lingered on his lips
Was that really the truth?
'No...Not yet.' he shook his head.
This wasn't over.
There was still one more.
The true mastermind behind it all—the one who orchestrated his mother's death, who pulled the strings from the shadows.
'That damn angel...'
As long as she lived, he would never move on.
He needed to kill her—to make her suffer—to fill the gaping void in his heart.
'I'll find her, no matter what.' His fist clenched with resolve.
With a newfound purpose, his mind sharpened. This might not have been a healthy way to go on, but it was working.
His gaze drifted to Kitsune's discarded body, lying motionless on the ground.
It was still alive. Barely.
Without her soul, it was nothing more than an empty husk.
This gave him an idea.
