Glues can disobey though?

The reflection of Wine's eyes shook in the reflection, she tilted her head and looked at Ethan, Kill myself? She blinked, did her teacher have some hidden meanings in what he said?

Or… was this a joke like earlier?

"Teacher, what do you mean?" she asked, a bit nervous.

Ethan abruptly opened his eyes wide, glared at her golden twinkles, and smirked, "I meant exactly what I said," he slit his hands across his throat, "That's what I mean, Kill yourself, slit your throat."

Wine's heart skipped a beat, and she said with a gulp, her stomach constraining, "Tea…Teacher, let…let's not play around."

Shaking his head in disappointment, Ethan said, regretfully, "If you were not a Glue, you would have done exactly what I asked, what a pity…what a pity..."

He sighed, "Disobedient disciples, I... hate them so much…"

Her forehead sweaty, hand holding the knife trembling, Wine fearfully asked, "W…what do you mean Teacher?"

From some seconds ago, she could feel this foreboding sensation in her guts, the feeling of unease that was increasing by the moment.

She felt as if she was in an Icy, devilish maw.

Ethan gently lifted his eyebrows, his sharp golden gaze focused on each of her actions, each of her body's trembles, her paling complexion, he smirked, squinted his eyes, and beckoned, "Come here, little girl."

The bright room turned still for a profound moment.

Wine's heart quaked and she could feel it creeping up her neck, the absolute fear.

The devil's maw.

She shook her head.

No!

Ethan lifted his bloody hand and held it towards her, his blood dripped down on the floor.

The smirk a bit more evident on his face, he looked around as he spoke,

"Don't worry, little girl, I won't eat you. Come...let me show you something really beautiful."

Wine shifted her nervous gaze and looked around, her fear slowly overwhelming her heart; yet, there was not even a maid nearby.

Her heart fell to the bottom, her body screamed at her to run for some reason.

run, run, RUN!

Her heart was beating against her soul.

The Man who she admired a second ago seemed like a ghostly devil at this moment, her instincts were screaming at her, she wanted to run, she wanted to hide.

Run!

She didn't know the reason but she didn't want to be here.

"Didn't you hear me?" Ethan squinted his eyes.

Wine was silent.

"I see," he said, shaking his head, "I thought the suppression over blood worked at least a bit… but it seems completely useless against you as mentioned in the first part…"

Sigh, at the very least, it means the details there were not all meaningless I guess…

He mused inside and stood up.

The silent room echoed with his calm steps, mere inches away from her, he looked at Wine, she was small, No, she was tall for her age and he was short for his age.

But there was no meaning to such differences.

Wine could feel it, the...

He gently took her trembling hand holding the knife in his, her hands were delicate, pure, and small.

He unclenched one of her tightly clenched fingers, and said, "The world has Wumas Wine."

He unclenched another, "So does it people with Ambition."

Wine's mind was just a confused mess, her forehead was sweaty, her body was tired, and her lips were shaking.

She could feel it.

The devil's fangs were touching her neck.

Her soul violently trembled, she stood rooted to the ground.

"And Wine, to some people you are worth more than anything else in the world, to them you are precious."

Another of her finger was unclenched, "And to me, you… are worth dying for."

The knife loosened out of her arms and he took it into his clean bloodless hands, the other still holding her palm, "After all, you are the only one among everyone… who can be the perfect glue. The perfect glue that can stick my foreign soul and this aboriginal body together."

The knife's edge touched her soft neck, she couldn't even release a sound.

Yet the sharp itch was extremely clear to her senses, the mild pain was there like a demonic influence.

Somewhat tired, Ethan's words crept inside her mind, he said, his voice gentle and caring,

like a Teacher to a disciple.

"In your next life, Wine, be on the lookout... for people's deceptive appearances, since concealed beneath their allure and beauty was the knife that ended your life."

The sharp knife penetrated the tender flesh and nerves.

Red started to marr the white skin.

Splush… it gently trickled down her throat,

Ethan let go of her weak hands. She gently brought it and touched the knife's other end...

Wine looked at her Teacher in silence, her eyes leaking tears as she asked, her once youthful voice hoarse and croaky, "Teacher... Why?"

She gulped the blood and saliva in her mouth in pain, the tears streamed down her cheeks.

The taste of metal stung her senses, her world was turning blurry.

Ethan looked at her silently and kept the knife stuck in place, he was not a demon, even he could feel a bit of something deep in his heart, shallow as it might be, the sense of remorse, and regret.

Every time...

"Te..a..cher," her tears dripped into his hands, they were warm against his pale hands.

He said with a sad tone, "Don't worry Wine, just...calmly die,"

Unnervingly conflicted as he might be, he was equally determined, even though his heart constricted and his stomach churned... it was not the first time.

Wine closed her eyes in pain; emotions, memories, and dying hope flashed past her dimming mind.

Tears dripped down in relentless cascades.

Her heart was failing, her hope was shattering, her trust was broken, and her life was ending.

Ethan just looked at his new disciple, let her warm blood gush out, her weak self cling to life for a second longer.

She looked back at Ethan's face for a last time, took in her last breath, and weakly flashed a small smile, her body weakly fell towards the ground.

As blood dripped down like a small waterfall, he brought her into his embrace with utmost care.

His voice, now a different tone from before, trembled as he spoke, "No matter how much I try to downplay it, no matter how much I try Wine, No matter how much I wish to…" Tears gently streamed down his calm eyes and bloody cheek, his voice broke as he continued, "Why is it that no matter how sadistic I turn myself, how much I warp myself, I can't stop crying when a disciple dies…"

He gently laid her on the ground.

"Why is it that I regret it every second..."

Her lifeless body lay there, her dim eyes staring at the ceiling, devoid of life.

That bubbly, fear-filled first encounter with her flashed past his mind and his heart struggled against itself...

He had killed again, and this time… another one of his disciples.

He chuckled brokenly, "Ah…Huan, Amera, Adam…Wine," The tears trickled past his face and fell off on the ground, he sighed…

I have disappointed you…

He broke his thought process and woke up, then looked at Wine again, his heart ached.

Yet,

Gently placing his hands on Wine's forehead, he waited. It felt warm yet cold to touch; nauseating.

Nevertheless,

A light, like a snake, flickered out of her head, slithered into his arms, and vanished.

He closed her eyes.

Silently turning back, he walked out of the study, his shoulders stumped.

Struggling to conceal his fear of having taken a disciple's life, he had attempted to downplay it... But now, he felt utterly wretched. Exhausted and devoid of hope, all he longed for was respite.

Infront of the glowing doorway, his figure stopped for a second, hesitated, and walked past...

There would never be a little Wine in this world anymore, a bubbly little girl who would scream excitedly at this door's light...