Weaker

“For you to speak to me more with pleasure.” He did as I asked without hesitation.

Even though my gaze was exceptionally hazy, it still fell on his form, which made a series of moves. Trying to see clearly what exactly the god was doing and failing, I became frustrated.

My mood lifted though after hearing the distinct sound of flesh tearing and the scent of powerful blood entering my nose.

It is well known that the blood of a god is precious and rare, yet the scent causing my mouth to water and my mind to become clear for a moment was powerful.

Not long later, the sweet sound of him choking on it and then falling on the ground with a thump of his form caused me to be extremely shocked.

Even though I really wished that for him, there was no pleasure. Even though a moment ago I would have found that a wonderful sight, but it just irritated me.

The fucking idiot killed himself for me!