Oh, that can't be good. Koumyou reaches up and yanks the sutra off his shoulders, and slings it over Devero's in one quick, blink-and-you'll-miss-it movement, far too fast to stop. The thing even adjusts to how broad Devero is, laying on him properly.
"All monsters crave power. Take it, I won't stop you."
And then he digs into his sleeve for his arms band, and produces a sharp knife he'd taken from the kitchen. He holds it up by the blade in the narrow space between them, fingers tight.
"Monsters love inflicting pain. Go ahead, I won't lift a finger. Or maybe you prefer inflicting fear? Take this knife to my eyes, then. Slow, like my nightmares."
He finally lifts his head to look right up at the looming Devero, and his face is so unbelievably calm in the middle of the storm-- "Or perhaps you're a monster who doesn't like to get his hands dirty? I can help there, too. Would you prefer that? Here--"
Those fingers, tight around the blade of the kitchen knife, begin to squeeze.
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Oh, that can't be good. Koumyou reaches up and yanks the sutra off his shoulders, and slings it over Devero's in one quick, blink-and-you'll-miss-it movement, far too fast to stop. The thing even adjusts to how broad Devero is, laying on him properly.
"All monsters crave power. Take it, I won't stop you."
And then he digs into his sleeve for his arms band, and produces a sharp knife he'd taken from the kitchen. He holds it up by the blade in the narrow space between them, fingers tight.
"Monsters love inflicting pain. Go ahead, I won't lift a finger. Or maybe you prefer inflicting fear? Take this knife to my eyes, then. Slow, like my nightmares."
He finally lifts his head to look right up at the looming Devero, and his face is so unbelievably calm in the middle of the storm-- "Or perhaps you're a monster who doesn't like to get his hands dirty? I can help there, too. Would you prefer that? Here--"
Those fingers, tight around the blade of the kitchen knife, begin to squeeze.
"I'll help."