As the agonizing weakness combined with the relentless, parasitic hunger, Isiah genuinely believed his life was coming to an end.
The sensation was unmistakable, yet he felt neither terror nor regret. The dark euphoria born from executing those corrupt instructors was far more satisfying than any comfort survival could offer. He was determined to retain that grim satisfaction until his final breath.
He stared at the dissolved remains scattering the courtyard, convinced it was the final vision he would perceive in this realm.
A profound calmness settled over him, vastly different from those anxious moments when Ciel was nearby and he panicked out of fear that his unhinged hunger might drive him to harm the child. Truthfully, Ciel was the sole anchor he regretted leaving behind.
