It takes a few minutes for the nymph to catch up, and smell the blood on the ground. At first, wondering if Akira had done something so stupid as to harm himself, but then quickly realizing it wasn't that at all, just a fellow 'buddying' monster who had not been as fortunate under Joker's fang and claw.
He looked over at Akira panicking, swearing like Akechi had never heard him. He remembered, briefly, what it was like the first time he had realized he had murdered someone, even if not directly. Funny, then, that that particular murder was also the only one he regretted doing; Wakaba Isshiki. It got much easier after that - each one a new excuse why it had to be done, a way to pave for his twisted justice, culminating to attempting to killing the man, well, werecoyote who stood before him.
They could easily to wait until the creature bled out. But Akechi, ever insightful, had already mentioned about how death in this world wasn't exactly permanent for monsters. Moreover, if the stranger got a good look at either of them, he might retaliate later. Best to think of it as a lesson in being more prepared when they came back to life.
Predator and Prey. Nature didn't really know cruelty. Simply the law of the strongest. And right now, two were better than one.
The attack was instant as the vines on his back shoot upwards and aimed at head, piercing in one lethal strike until the movement of their body stopped.
"I would have said something before attacking, but I'd rather they not know my voice."
The vines move behind him again, dripping with blood. He could smell it, tantalizing him. Him, who had run a food blog and visited nearly every nook and cranny in Tokyo in search of the most amazing foods - this was making him salivate like he was about to be served a ten course gourmet meal. It disgusted him as much as he wanted to just dig in. So he attempted to make this a little easier for them both, in his own twisted way.
"This might actually be a boon in disguise...I know for a fact from my notes that monsters can eat each other and gain substance much like eating a human. Moreover, the victim will simply come back as if nothing happened. In a way, it's a rather guiltless crime, don't you think?"
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He looked over at Akira panicking, swearing like Akechi had never heard him. He remembered, briefly, what it was like the first time he had realized he had murdered someone, even if not directly. Funny, then, that that particular murder was also the only one he regretted doing; Wakaba Isshiki. It got much easier after that - each one a new excuse why it had to be done, a way to pave for his twisted justice, culminating to attempting to killing the man, well, werecoyote who stood before him.
They could easily to wait until the creature bled out. But Akechi, ever insightful, had already mentioned about how death in this world wasn't exactly permanent for monsters. Moreover, if the stranger got a good look at either of them, he might retaliate later. Best to think of it as a lesson in being more prepared when they came back to life.
Predator and Prey. Nature didn't really know cruelty. Simply the law of the strongest. And right now, two were better than one.
The attack was instant as the vines on his back shoot upwards and aimed at head, piercing in one lethal strike until the movement of their body stopped.
"I would have said something before attacking, but I'd rather they not know my voice."
The vines move behind him again, dripping with blood. He could smell it, tantalizing him. Him, who had run a food blog and visited nearly every nook and cranny in Tokyo in search of the most amazing foods - this was making him salivate like he was about to be served a ten course gourmet meal. It disgusted him as much as he wanted to just dig in. So he attempted to make this a little easier for them both, in his own twisted way.
"This might actually be a boon in disguise...I know for a fact from my notes that monsters can eat each other and gain substance much like eating a human. Moreover, the victim will simply come back as if nothing happened. In a way, it's a rather guiltless crime, don't you think?"