"Are you both willing to take me as your Master!" She question, with an eager expression. Her voice a low ripple spreading through the air, tinged with a suggestive tone.
"..." Black.
"Master!?" Zephyr blinked.
With a soft giggle, Evelynn turned towards Black, "Don't you want to become stronger!?" She questioned, her voice laced with a seductive tone. Continuing, "If it wasn't for the cunning of this little serpent, tell me what would've happened?". She questioned again.
Upon hearing her, Black's Golden eyes widened. Of course he remembered that!. It was like a stain on his proud self! A wound on his identity as a Progenitor.
The curse of weakness he felt!.
The feeling of helplessness!.
The wrath he felt towards himself!.
And the silent oath He took to become stronger.
To annihilate that curse! To never feel that cursed feeling! That sensation again!.
