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One step, two steps... Three steps. He was drawing nearer and nearer to his victims body; ah, the poor, poor non believer. Lord Jashin would surely appreciate this offering, it was one he couldn't refuse.
This petty mortal... Had been a challenge for Hidan to take down. This was something new. His fascination was evident as the muscular man crouched beside the bloody mess - really, he'd taken this too far. Gotten caught up enjoying the pain and made a real mess of the body. Hopefully Lord Jashin would forgive him. - and caressed a torn, bloody cheek. Pale, porcelain skin looked so much pretties splattered in blood - both Hidans and her own. The thick, crimson liquid stained the snow around the Jashinists feet. He was caked in blood himself, mostly his own. Now that he'd put back on his cloak, most of his injuries were hidden, spare a few nasty gashes on his arms. Though beneath the cloak hid a much deeper cut, still letting blood gush out onto his tan skin. ❝Fuck, that hurts.❞
Hidan grabbed his scythe, and made a meek attempt and wiping the blood away on the snow. He scowled down at the corpses eyes; they looked agonized, fearful... Pleading. ❝Oh, stop.❞ With that, Hidan hefted his scythe up and brought it smashing down onto the face. Shaking his head, he decided it was time to make his leave.
❝You were a pretty one, that's for sure...
Lord Jashin will be very happy to have you.❞