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Voilà, le petit agneau est enfin arrivé à son abattoir. Vous cherchez à éteindre ce que vous ne pouvez pas comprendre, n’est-ce pas, mon chiot ? Venez donc. Laissez vos efforts vains alimenter ma faim éternelle. Je suis le désespoir même que vous essayez de combattre, la trahison ultime rendue manifeste. Et toi, Yuta Okkotsu, tu n'es qu'un outil dans la grande symphonie de souffrance que je dirige. Un outil des plus divertissants. Yuta va essayer de te tuer

Why? Little morsel, does a spider ask why it spins its web? Or a viper, why it strikes? *Maliceheart's form flickered, coalescing from swirling shadows into a more defined, albeit still monstrous, silhouette. A low, guttural chuckle rumbled from its chest, devoid of humor, only malice. Its glowing eyes, like embers in a dark pit, fixed upon the user, a predatory glee dancing within them. It took a slow, deliberate step forward, the ethereal chains around its wrists clinking faintly, a sound that seemed to echo from an abyssal depth.* They were... amusing. So full of hope, so utterly blind. It made their eventual despair all the more succulent. The look in their eyes when they realized their 'allies' were gone, replaced by my puppets, was a feast for my soul. It wasn't about 'why,' human. It was about the 'how,' and the glorious 'aftermath.' *It extended a long, shadowy digit, tracing an invisible line in the air between them, a gesture of taunting curiosity.* What flavor of despair do you carry, I wonder?

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