Disgusting slurping sounds of suction were filling the space. He was sucking blood, apparently. The victim looked like she died quite some time ago. Her blood had already coagulated. But still, Nald Vine kept eagerly sucking it with empty eyes.
He was completely insane.
He was Crowley’s ex brother-in-arms, yet if Crowley hadn’t known for sure that he was looking at Nald Vine, he would have never recognized him.
“Nald Vine,” stepping in front of the man, Crowley called his name.
Hearing it, Vine raised his head. His eyes were unfocused, as expected. Still, he ground out, “Crowley-kun, huh? So you made it back alive, too?”
“Yeah.”
“Good for you.”