He bared his teeth as soulfire surged through his veins, and he grabbed the creeping rot by its throat.
"You will NOT take me away from her!"
Then Vex. The Hexwitch. His beautiful lunatic. His tatted yandere queen who bled for him with a smile.
She whispered love and curses in the same breath. Madness and meaning entangled in ink across her skin.
There was so much left undiscovered in her. He had only scratched the surface of that precious woman. She was a maze of mystery and romantic devotion, and every twist in her soul sang to something wild in him.
So when the invading force twisted itself into her form, mocking her love, he utterly lost it.
He tore it apart with his bare hands, even using his teeth to rip the wannabe impostor into nothingness. His will raged stronger than ever before.
"SHE'S MINE! Don't you dare take on her form ever again!"
Iris.
So quiet. So scarred.
