Malice .:kuroha:. WIPThe blade was familiar in his hand, the ghost of a smile snaking onto his lips as the silent chord of horror reverberated in the eyes of his victims. The targets were sighted, and he paused with that slithering smirk as the land around them became locked in the never-ending scape of fear.The gleam of red met the glare of yellow, the colors clashing in shards of fragmented harmony. The determination in their narrowed gazes sickened him, leaving a burning in his chest and the desire to completely obliterate any hope left in those bright, crimson eyes. He’d crush them by his own hands, a fitting end to this Tragedy.Left.Right.A sweep of the scene, and a sneer at the plan of defense they took.There were only four of them now, including the Little Master who cowered behind a youth, his hand protectively on her shoulder. His eyes were fierce—despite such innocent countenance—that it left the blade-wielder with a deep sense of grotesque amusement. Did he really think es
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