Kill them all, open them up, scoop up their insides and cleanse them of sin. Make them writhe, dry them up. Only then will the soul leave the body and only then shall I devour them separately. Ten times more, a hundred times more, until the flames of hell are set ablaze in the land where mortals reside.
King shivered as he was violently jolted into the waking world, falling off his side of the bed with a thud. The raven-haired male groaned, the pain in his bum wiping the sleep off of him. Nana, who sat sleeping beside him, snorted after confirming that his friend was alright before going back to sleep once again, and King had the sudden urge to push Nana off for laughing but managed to stop himself before he could wake everyone else.
The moon was high up but the clouds covered its glow,
