Vergil remained still, staring at her. Her words sounded as if each syllable had been chosen to pierce and seduce at the same time.
"Your personal forest…" he repeated in a low, almost mocking tone. "So all that spectacle was just to lure me here?"
Qliphoth lifted the cup again, swirling the red liquid in lazy movements. The viscous sound echoed like a muffled whisper.
"Spectacle?" She smiled, exposing teeth that were too white, too beautiful. "I'd say it was entertainment. It's rare to see mortals and immortals bleed with such fervor inside me. Most just writhe and die quickly. You, on the other hand… you like to dance on the edge of the blade."
Vergil leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. His smile returned, cold and slanted.
"And you like to watch."
