ENZUK

I couldn't help but smile. This human had quite the fiery spirit, and it amused me. It was evident from her reaction when she walked away that she had been stirred up by the talk of mating. It made me realize why these humans were facing extinction - their understanding and appreciation of intimacy and mating seemed to be lacking. If she was so hesitant to discuss the idea of a mate, I doubted she would be enthusiastic about engaging in the act itself.

Observing this female human, I couldn't help but notice a certain level of shame or embarrassment regarding her ability to mate and bear children. Perhaps she was afraid to surrender her body to someone else. Maybe the experience was not a pleasant one for her. It crossed my mind that the current generation of human men were quite small in that aspect, and their offspring often lacked strength. This could be a reason why she seemed so hesitant and cautious about the idea of mating.

Alternatively, it was possible that she felt embarrassed by her own arousal triggered by the topic. These new humans were quite peculiar, and it was difficult to fully understand their mindset. In contrast, ancient humans had no qualms about mating. They were open and unabashed about their sexuality, which was one of the reasons why we used to exchange mates. We embraced the concept of having offspring, while they embraced their own sexual desires without hesitation.

With a smile on my face, I gently ran my tongue across my lips. I was confident that I could enlighten her about the incredible pleasure that comes with mating. Of course, it was merely a hypothetical scenario since our races no longer engaged in such relationships. Nevertheless, I couldn't help but wonder why she was so sensitive and uncomfortable when the topic of mating or experiencing pleasure arose. It was evident that she was capable of feeling desire and arousal, so why did she seem uninterested in finding a mate? Considering her small and vulnerable stature, one would assume that finding a partner would be a top priority for her, but it wasn't. In fact, the mere idea seemed to make her uneasy.

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and her breathing quickened every time I broached the subject of mating. It was both endearing and frustrating to witness her adorable flustered and angry reactions. It was clear that she needed an outlet for the intense emotions she was suppressing.

Curiosity struck me. Did human males find this kind of behavior attractive? In my opinion, a woman couldn't truly be considered a woman if she couldn't openly discuss and embrace such matters. A female should be strong and proud of her ability to carry the seeds of her mate. In my race, a strong male would never be interested in a female who didn't fully embrace the gift of bringing forth new life.

However, I didn't view her as a potential mate. She simply puzzled me. One moment, she displayed boldness, cheekiness, and courage, but when it came to matters of intimacy, she became shy and nervous. I couldn't help but wonder why. Had someone hurt her in the past? Did someone betray or frighten her? Was she mourning the loss of a previous mate?

I let out a sigh, reminding myself that I didn't truly care about her personal history. But then again, if the purpose of this war wasn't for the sake of mating, what other reason could there be? Preserving the joy and fulfillment that comes with mating seemed like a worthy cause. It's not like she was unattractive, at least not by human standards.

She possessed the ability to find a suitable partner, as there were always male humans vying for her attention. For some inexplicable reason, a slight irritation began to brew within me. Yes, it was undeniable that they were inferior to me, but she still had the option to choose one of them. Having someone was better than having no one at all.

However, that was not the case. Instead of focusing on finding a mate, she busied herself with creating serums for a war that she had no chance of winning. A war that would ultimately claim her life. Little did she know, she was the target of my mission. And I had never failed a mission before.

A smile crept across my face as I reminisced about her question, inquiring whether I would harm an innocent human. I scoffed at the notion because, in my eyes, there was no such thing. All humans were inherently evil, just like their ancient counterparts. Extensive research conducted by my people had proven that most humans did not desire peace. Even if they appeared peaceful for a time, they would eventually succumb to violence.

Yet, whenever I gazed into her large, hazel eyes, they seemed to radiate innocence. Those eyes made me question my mission, or at least consider sparing her life.

Despite her attempts to portray strength, I could sense deep down that she was afraid and genuinely yearned for survival. This aspect of her existence puzzled me. Why was she in close proximity to me? If she valued her life, she should be far from me. And she shouldn't be so intrigued by conversing with a highly trained killing machine.

She embodied femininity. Indeed, she possessed her own unique brand of bravery and confidence, but she was no match for my people. No match for me. If she possessed wisdom, she would flee from this place. If she comprehended the impending massacre that awaited her, she would hastily depart and never return.

Yet, deep down, I knew she wouldn't. Nope. She would return, armed with more questions. Probably the same questions.

But none of it really mattered. It was merely a matter of time before I signaled for the onslaught. The voice of the warrior within me clouded my thoughts.

"The time has come to give the signal," the voice inside my head urged.

"I understand," I replied.

"The humans were defenseless, lacking any other means of fighting back. If they possessed any weapons, the male humans would have surely utilized them by now." It as true. Their hesitation was evidence of their vulnerability. I was aware of this fact, so why was I hesitating? I had the power to end this tonight.

"I'm not stalling, I simply want to ensure everything is in order," I defended myself against my warrior self.

"You are indeed stalling, all for the sake of the human female," it accused.

"No! I despise humans," I vehemently denied.

"Except for her," it persisted.

"I despise her above all others," I admitted.

"Then, eliminate her. Prove it. Cease playing with her emotions. End these games. Kill her." it demanded.

"I will!" I declared.

In response, her face materialized in my mind, as I envisioned the moment just before I would take her life. I clenched my teeth at the disturbing image, attempting to banish it from my thoughts. Yet, it persistently returned.

"Enough already," I sneered at the warrior voice's provocation. Was I truly battling with myself now?

"Admit it. You're stalling. All because of the human. You can't even envision her death," the voice taunted once more.

I forcefully expelled the image of her impending demise from my mind, only for it to resurface as if my own thoughts were compelling me to confront the dreadful fate awaiting the human.

"I am fully aware of what needs to be done," I assured.

"Good. She must meet her end. You must be the one to end her life. And soon," it urged.

"I will. I will not falter. Now piss off."