@grailedandmalformed cont. from ( x ).
Brows pulled together, a smirk crossing the woman’s lips as the Berserker grabbed hold of her. It brought about a subtle pain, not that the woman minded. It was the words she was after, to hear just how rotten he was, that there was nothing pure left within him. Why she hungered for such an audience? She couldn’t have said; perhaps it was to reassure herself that she was not the only servant whom was made of nothing but darkness.
“When did I ever say I wanted you to go away? Isn’t it obvious? I crave being around someone as broken as myself. I thirst for the monster; the man is better off dead.”









