Hayne | Between Loyalty and Deception

As the last drop of Seiya's blood ceased to fall, Kaeliyus lifted his mouth slightly, his tongue flicking out to delicately trace the wound. Seiya recoiled instantly, withdrawing his hand in disgust.

Though the ritual had ended, and Seiya had already pulled away, Kaeliyus remained kneeling on the floor, his head tilted back, eyes staring blankly into nothingness. His gaze shimmered with an unsettling delight, bordering on pleasure.

"Ah…" he exhaled, a thin veil of mist escaping his lips. The sensation coursing through his veins was indescribable, known only to him who reveled in its intensity.

Hayne's brow twitched at Kaeliyus' dramatic display, yet he found himself unable to interrupt.

It was only when Seiya spoke that Kaeliyus snapped out of his trance.

"Let's go," Seiya said, striding forward without waiting for them.