Samael froze, his heart shrivelling in pure and absolute fear. Korynth's eyes narrowed, and she violently whipped her head back, her body turning just as a twin pair of daggers manifested in her palms.
"Oh?"
Kael floated in midair, a couple of meters away from them.
He was shirtless, his tunic torn and pants ripped, covered in blood and deep gashes exposing his inner organs; from his beating heart, to his churning intestines, to his expanding lungs.
His prosthetic was gone, showing his twisted visage in all its splendor. The worms of gold within his skull seemed particularly alive, wiggling without end, the sound disgusting and soul-stirring.
The sea of blue eyes within all calmly stared ahead, their sharpness digging into them. What was new, though, was the haloed crown that floated atop his head; it was a blend of golden worms and bloody fingers lapped and stitched to one another, with a golden eye as the jewel of the crown.
"…"
