Cats are great. They don't talk about useless things. Or do them. Nothing is cuter. They are something that don't exist in my world. They have pets over there as well...but...it doesn't quite compare. Those round and innocent eyes that know no filth or foulness, those tails that lovingly swish as if they belong to nobility, those paws in the soft shade of warm light pink!

Wanting to be loved, for that sole obstinate reason, people can even go this far. Honestly, how meaningless.. For something called love, which has neither meaning nor form. Laughable, isn't it?

Ah yes the Young Lord, he turns his back towards the light without hesitation. That figure that charges into the abyss at a dignified pace. How beautiful and foolish. You always skillfully manipulate your pieces, that's how you survive. Use me and madam red, any piece within your reach. Even if the bodies of your pawns pile up in front of your thrown. Because if the king falls - this game is over.

Yes...I am a demon. There's no way I could understand my prey, a human's sense of taste. What I understand is...only the taste of a human's soul.