The process was neither quick nor clean.
By the time he finished, five pairs of eyes joined the collection, carefully extracted and placed beside their corresponding hands.
"Poetic, really. You used these eyes to watch her suffer… To coordinate your attack, to enjoy her fear and now… they're gone. Seems fair."
The final act was almost merciful by comparison.
Five clean strikes with his axe.
Five heads separated from their bodies with surgical precision.
Damian arranged them in a neat row facing each other, like they were still having a conversation.
"There. Now you can spend eternity looking at what you became."
Blood pooled across the alley floor, thick and dark in the moonlight.
Kuro descended from his perch and began absorbing the death energy saturating the space, his red eyes glowing brighter and brighter until they looked like small suns.
The raven grew slightly larger, more solid, feeding on the violence and terror that had just been unleashed.
