disclaimer: disclaimed.
dedication: Les, because she loves this perv.
notes: Shima's a crazy mofo in my head, bros.
chapter title: luca
summary: I wanna wrap my hands around that pretty neck and squeeze. — Exwires.
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Renzou kills slowly.
There is a savagery in Renzou that is not often seen in the Exorcist recruits. It is an unforgiving violence, brought to light perhaps in part due to his own cowardliness. He kills with exquisite care and detail; elegance is something engrained into every Aria (except perhaps Bon, but then, Bon was also Dragoneer. Renzou has to force his lip to stop from curling up), and killing with it is a simple task.
But Renzou is best with sutras. The sutras, he knows, cause pain.
Not death, but pain.
And that is what he wants.
Because Renzou has lost so very much, and there is some sick justice in it, in the killing; he can pretend that this is still payback for the Blue Night, all those years ago. He can pretend that he does not enjoy the killing for the sake of the killing, even though really some part of him does.
Well, there was no accounting for taste.
And the killing comes easily to him—sutras to hold the demon in place, K'rik dug into its belly, and he leans close to whisper the Fatal Verse in its ear, mouth low and close with a tiny cruel smile hidden somewhere in the corners.
He kills that way because it's personal.
And if there is one thing that Shima Renzou knows, it's how to be personal.
The killing comes more and more easily every time. It's better, he thinks viciously, to not think of them as human. They don't look human. Don't act human.
But then, he thinks, he doesn't act very human, either.
Renzou kills slowly.