"You think I need help?" Wolfeite said, and the grin was white, too white in the shadows around him, blackness around his golden eyes. "You think I want help? Oh, little lost senshi, you think you are so righteous and so virtuous, telling me all of this."
He loomed closer, the scent of blood thick in the air.
"I hope they rip you apart limb from limb while your heart still beats."
The magic was thrust at him, abruptly, violently. Wolfeite shifted instinctively, ears flattening back against his head, a snarl pulling from his throat, and he could feel it beginning to take effect, crawling up his throat, hunger turning into starvation, greed turning to apathy.
His laughter rang out, cold and clear, before that too disappeared.
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