A violent war raged within Isiah's spirit. The predatory parasite controlling his core urged him to torture and dismember Kuma to feed the dark void, yet a microscopic fragment of his remaining sanity despised the grotesque temptation.
Isiah had intended to prolong Kuma's agony as punishment for harming Ciel, but hearing the child's voice behind him shattered his momentum, making him realize he had descended too far into madness.
Yet, even as Ciel stood at the threshold staring at him with bloodshot, swollen eyes, the dark impulse urged Isiah to complete the slaughter.
Gazing at the dark, purplish bruises encircling the boy's throat, Isiah's fury flared out of control once more. He spun around, grabbing Kuma by the collar and hoisting him off the bloody stone.
Thoroughly infuriated that Isiah was dismissing his presence, Ciel spoke again, his voice raspy and strained from his crushed windpipe. "I want to speak with you."
