Come And Feed Me, Farad

Magnus looked at him, sneering: "Why didn't you kill me directly?"

The beautiful man eventually arrived from Magnus. He looked down on him and said, "Don't worry, you'll still die later. I'm just storing you now, and enjoy the feast later in my spare time."

"Should I feel honor and express my gratitude?" Magnus's lips curled into a wry smile, a mix of sarcasm and resignation dancing in his eyes. 

"That falls to you, human," The beautiful man replied matter-factly.

"Regrettably, I have no intention of savoring that honor any time soon." Magnus smiled and shrugged, even as the cold blood from the blood puddle crept up and clutched at his feet, making him acutely aware of his predicament.

The beautiful man's gaze lingered on Magnus, silent yet intense scrutiny before he spoke again: "If you think you still have a way out, you shall give up that idea. Unless you have someone else to help you, you can't get out of Blood Sealing Art."