#stainscarlets

More people were coming-- or things. Or humanoids. It didn’t matter, really. He’d destroy them. Maybe toy with them a little before doing so. That’s all that really mattered in this case.

He was a demon, thriving on combat and malice. Everyone’s hatred-- The demon laughed. He’d be the bane of everyone’s existence, and he would make sure the world was set into ruin.

“A hunk of junk tryin’ to step up towards ME. Hah, I could cut you in half. But I want amusement, so try not to break easily!”

Kiritsugu sighed, before grabbing a small disk from their desk and tossing it at Zero.

One of his eyes cracked open as he sensed a nearby presence. It was different from that jackoff he ran into earlier. No, this one definitely seemed . . . robotic. Robotic, yet alive. It was strange. Perhaps it was because of how intune he was with Seithr, but something was definitely off.

He sat up from the bench he was lounging on and hopped to his feet, eyes locking with the newcomer.