Familiar Faces

The Lunaseeker gulped. Sweat started to drip from his temple as the Commander gazed at his pupils with sheer intimidation and focus as the purpose for it. As soon as he swallowed his saliva while shivering, Kanon Sokolov knew that he had the upper hand. 

Kanon raised his hand and slapped the Lunaseeker, turning his cheeks red and making his lips bleed in the process, he repeatedly slapped him until the Lunaseeker begged for him to stop. "P-Please, enough…" he begged. 

"How many of you are there inside?" Leon Vergil knelt down and asked him. With his contact lenses removed, the Lunaseeker could verify easily that Leon was one of them as well. "Y-You, you are one of us, why the hell are you fighting for these humans?" The Lunaseeker asked him with a bewildered look on his face.