The meaning was clear.
Poison sank and planted horrific thoughts into the depths of his heart—a vulnerable thing within the cold shell of Moulin's body. The creature's words seem to grind through his ears, charging a ravaging storm into his mind. Nausea plunged into his stomach, and Moulin could feel it hammering against his brain. The fury and fear he felt right now were indescribable, condensing into cruel wrath scorching his soul.
A threatening gaze zeroed on the fiend, wearing a revolting grin. Moulin wanted nothing more than to rip his face into shreds. He'd bear the countless attacks and ambushes plotted against him. However, it was a different thing if these worthless people dared to bring harm to those close to him. Death wouldn't satisfy Moulin.
"How cruel you are…." The demon's voice flowed as though he heard the youth's thoughts. Alha's grin widened. Blood-red eyes glowed viciously.