“You might think that you couldn't possibly wish death for anyone, but just look deep inside yourself.” he whispered in a soft, lulling voice.

In a dark alleyway, hidden from the light, a man sat against the wall. He caresses the hair of another man resting on his lap.

The man was unusually well-dressed for the area of the city he was in. He wore a suit and tie, not caring about the rough gravel beneath him.

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“Humans like us were never—and will never be—total saints. There’s always something in our hearts that gives us certain thoughts,” he continued.

The man below him mumbled something unintelligible. He smiled softly and leaned in closer. His eyes twinkled as he heard the man’s answer.

“Hm, so you want her gone? Well, it depends on how much use she might be to us.”