'Sparkle… his surname was Sparkle… well, Makia certainly had a vibrant personality…'
Damon couldn't help but think of the fairy's foul mouth and hot temper. He glanced at his corpse—his mangled fingers, his broken body… Damon's heart was calm, even without Remorseless to keep his emotions in check. It had only been about two weeks or so since he started killing people, and now his heart was becoming unmoved by the lives he took.
He didn't even feel the weight that was supposed to be there… He wondered if he would become numb to it soon…
He glanced at Lilith.
"I leveled up, and now I need—" He glanced at the system panel. "Huh… argh… come on…"
He looked at her and chuckled.
"I got stronger, but now I need ten more… but I've already gotten six here, so make that four more souls…"
She chuckled at his words it was as if the death of a few more people didn't bother her much.