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Journal
Both of you worried over something that's barely human any more. Never thought I'd see that from you. Yet, You should listen to him, Val, I will be taken care of don't worry. Yes, many more clues circulating through our thoughts, more secrets building and being torn down between us. Who ever thought we'd end up like this? Tell Lina that we are fine, and that we are traveling together: she'll know what I mean. We will be reaching our destination soon; I expect to see you at the doors.
Today felt like it would never end and for a while I didn't want it to, I feel so weary, even when I arose this morning it took almost longer than it takes to get Lina up. We came across some low level mazoku today. They weren't much of a bother, but that really isn't everything that happened. Running into them only proved that we were on the right path, and yet there were more than I had expected. Although I wasn't worried, I was mildly surprised.
Valgaav's love for a battle certainly hasn't left him. I know he'll be reading this too, later on, and I can almost see the smirk on his face he'll have when he reads this. Let's just say he has no qualms about demon blood. Remember what you wrote last? "Wisdom that drips like burning blood, so slow, so pure. Pure pain in time…" With those words you infused the thoughts of my own demon through you into his mind. I could see the words in his eyes as he ripped and tore through them without a single spell.
I can't say I didn't enjoy that; the demon within me still thrums from the excitement, the raw pleasure of watching him. In a way, I believe it is my being that did as well, not the demon alone. You would have loved it, Okugi; the blood as it flew still steaming through the air from the flesh his claws had rent apart. Then later as it flowed around us like rivers – the ground is tainted, and unable to support weed now because of its amounts. How beautiful it was to watch the crimson streams fall across his chin and creep slowly down his body, while some of it matted his hair into stringy sections that feel limply against a back bared from transformation.
And he enjoyed it too, enjoyed it probably more than even you would have. You could see it clearly as you watched him drink their still hot blood as it poured from their bodies. Deep-throated purrs of animalistic pleasure erupted from him, as he drank their life. An almost drunken look as he sat back afterwards, burning blood dripping from his lips, as he ran his tongue across his fangs. The wisdom you spoke of – I spoke of – found in that moment as he gazed at the grey sky: intoxicated. All found in the haze of Ruby light, I'm sure you are all too familiar with.
Yes, one part has been figured out, one part found, and I am thinking that our trip may take just a bit longer. Congratulations on your escape, Valgaav.
-The Chimera
