Debris, arcs 1 - 3
That kid had a talent for sin; he knew he had it in him.
That kid had the potential to become a monster – perhaps he was already a monster. The cruelty of death and the heavy weight of such a determining decision like taking a life didn't seem enough to reach him. Those cold, coffee eyes were more worried about cleaning up the place than succumbing to the realization that he had indeed become a murderer.
He was the son of a coffee-eyed demon, after all – the inherited cruelty suddenly seemed quite natural – the boy clearly held the power to kill someone in cold blood and not feel the slightest touch of regret or guilt.
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