"So you are the Paragon, huh?" General Lythariel said, walking back toward a chair.
Watching her ass shake behind her, Klaus nearly forgot about the painful past to admire it. However, a fierce glance from the general set him straight.
"Pervert."
"That I cannot deny," Klaus smiled and flicked his finger, drawing blood.
"However, I needed your clothes off to confirm something, and now that I have, it is time to put them back on and take this blood. It is the cure for the curse still lingering in your bloodline. While it would not bring back what you have lost, it would prevent the heavens from capitalising on your pain."
General Lythariel nodded, but she sat and crossed her legs, allowing her cameltoe to become visible. "I will take it, but before that, tell me this, Lord Asura, are you ready to take responsibility for your actions?"
Klaus frowned a bit. "I don't understand."
