#delsus

“You say that like it’s a terrible thing.”

Delsus cocked his brow, glancing over in Quintessa’s direction. Who would complain about bodies hitting their surroundings like the rain? That made hiding them much more easier if they merely started to spawn like weeds.

“That’s a shame, really. Despite all magic coming at a price, I would assume dark magic had a little bit more liberty than that.”

“What does it look like I’ve done?”

Delsus snarled, looking back at the young woman who had managed to find him before he had finished cleaning up. They didn’t seem to be disgusted nor appalled at what they had just witnessed. If anything, they looked intrigued. As if they wanted to take notes for whatever they planned to do on a later date.

“Who the hell are you?”

Still.