Ferid came closer, looking happy as ever, and squatted next to collapsed Crowley. Peering into his face, the vampire touched the the rosary on his chest.
“Aah, but do not hate God. He is a busy person, you see.”
This man was completely impossible, playing to the end. He wore such an expression on his face that left no doubt that he had perfectly foreseen and anticipated everything.
But this would be the last Crowley would have to bear seeing that face. His consciousness was growing hazy. Death, and darkness was closing in on him. He wondered idly if someone like him would be able to go to the Lord’s side.
Ferid spoke up, “Aah, you are dying. And here I really enjoyed spending time with you. Human life is such a transient thing, isn’t it.” He actually looked a little regretful when he said that.
Then he moved his face even closer to Crowley’s. “How is it? Do you hate me? Still want to kill me?”
“…”
“Is your heart burning with the hot desire for revenge?”
“…”
“I’m going to kill even more of your comrades after this. Furthermore, I will go back to the town and kill everyone you—” Ferid stopped abruptly. He looked entranced. “The spark returned to your eyes. You are feeling a thirst for life, I can tell. You still want to live. To live and take revenge, is what written all over your face. Fufufu, a face that says that you are thinking only of me.”
“…”
“I shall give it to you. The strength that you desire from the bottom of your heart, I shall grant it to you—”