"You know I'm not human, demon, or god, right?"
Arthur took a step that spanned the entire distance between them, reaching out and gripping Rachel's chin with an almost delicate touch.
"I'm a godslayer. My very existence is an antithesis to the god race."
Rachel trembled as she felt the familiar, invasive pulse of Arthur's magic scanning her being. She instinctively tried to pull away, but her attempts were futile.
"The current you despises me."
Arthur began, his voice unbothered yet edged with amusement.
"Understandable, considering everything you've uncovered... and the fact that I've just ended Ger. Not only his life but every chance he had at reincarnation."
He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered in a soft tone.
"I wonder—how would you feel if you became the same as the person you hate so much and want so desperately to kill?"
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