"Ruined you?" The Bishop scoffed, "I wasn't the one who ruined you... I didn't care for you or your parents. You possessed a treasure I dearly needed... do I need any other reason to do what I did? Don't be a crybaby... this is the life of mortals; weak, helpless, and just lambs waiting for slaughter."
"True..." Darius chuckled, "Can you imagine their greatest wish to live a short, normal life? To know that anything and anyone can kill you at any time... isn't that the life of livestock? Born as food for superior lifeforms."
Hearing this, Levi could only tighten his grip until his nails pierced his palms... he knew that they were taunting him to kill them, but this time, he truly fought hard against the black hatred consuming his heart and mind.
"You speak high and mighty for someone in the same boat as us," Levi uttered coldly, gazing at Darius.
