Festival of Chaos: Prologue III

"Altair, I wanted to thank you." 

Ren looked at him, dangling his feet over a cliff. She was confused. 

"That's what Nia wanted to tell me before I tore her heart out." Altair continued, peering down to the nameless forest below. He could still see countless demons foraging about, snapping their fangs into the other, smearing their entrails out in a brawl that usually left the other or both dead. 

"oh, Art, she would have died. Either way. You know what demons are like they'd have raped her until she died. What you did was a mercy."

"I could have sent her into the Serpents—" 

With a chop to the head, Ren glared at him with her blood-red eyes. "She wasn't your friend. She was an acquaintance, so stop trying to find excuses. And look on the bright side, you big dummy. She now has unlimited potential, an unending lifespan, and probably a sex life. Better than most people."

Altair gave her a wry smile, pulling her down in his embrace.