Xior's body was overrun by ecstasy, Acheron sucked his blood for who knows how long. But as the poison of her fangs entered his body, he saw the glimpses of her past.
She was a princess of the Voltaris Empire who had been through a lot, lost her mother at a young age, developed a love for blood and eventually was tortured for it and then kidnapped where her mind broke and she went wild.
She was thrown into the Abyss to survive alone, with cuffs built out of the holy power the Voltaris Empire's rulers possessed.
He felt pity for her, she was just a kid and had to suffer that much. He remembered his own childhood, but hers was much worse.
He was fifteen…she was eight. She was so young yet she was hated that much. Unknowingly tears formed in his eyes. In a way she was like him, but much worse, that made him want to know her and help her.
He never cried apart from two instances, when he vented to Alice and when his parents didn't come back from the Tower.
