Arcane.

“Sis..ter...Help!!!”

They heard a plea of mercy, forcing their lips to be separated after a flickering bout of passion.

“Did you hear something?” Vincent asked.

“Don’t think I do,” Careen replied.

Vincent moved next to her neck and bit on her porcelain skin. Careen smiled, and she responded in kind by ruffling through his hair. But...

Snap! She flicked on his forehead and pushed him away.

“How can I give myself to a man who is trying to kill my kin?” she asked with feigned distress.

“Hmm? Who?” Vincent raised an eyebrow.

Careen sighed and pointed at the man suspended in the air and burning within the void.

“Him? That should be Gilbert?” Vincent asked.

“Y..es...its...me!” Gilbert said through gritted teeth.

“But I want him to suffer,” Vincent’s eyes turned into the bottomless abyss. “Especially since he had his unclean eyes on my maid.”