Rin slammed the door behind him, his breath shaky, chest rising and falling in sharp bursts. His room felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just the storm in his head.
He stared down at his wrist, the redness stark against his pale skin. Lucien's grip had been strong, but it was the words that left the deepest bruise on Lucien.
"You're no different from him. You're just another monster like him."
Those words echoed in Rin's head repeatedly, louder than the wind howling outside. He didn't regret saying that. If he hadn't, Lucien wouldn't have let go of him. He hated how he spoke to him like he was an object meant to be moved from one point to another. His father had said the same thing to him, now, Lucien.
'Fuck! I hate the Vortellions!'
DING!
[System Notification: WARNING - Emotional Threshold Exceeded.]
[Your demonic energy is reacting to your anger. Please calm down to avoid triggering your sealed form.]
