"She's... she's dead?"
The kind old woman... she had died.
"You killed her!"
White growled out, grabbing his sword and ripping it out from the snow as it rose high into the air.
"I killed her!? Hehehehe!?"
The demon retorted, laughing out loud as the sword hung in the air.
"Are you forgetting it was you who gave me the chance by not killing me when you had the chance?"
"I could not kill her granddaughter before her eyes. Even if her mind had already been corrupted, how could I kill her before her?"
"Well..."
"Now both her and her precious grandmother are dead...thanks to your kindness."
It spoke while watching, with an evil grin, as the sword the horned man held wavered uncontrollably.
"So what's it going to be? You're going to feed me those flowers or what?"
"After all, the grandmother would've wanted you to save me somehow, wouldn't she? Hehehe—"
RIIIIIIIIP!
The evil cackling came to a sudden stop, and the demon's eyes widened as it looked upward.
