She can use your own blood against you. Raise your victims into an undead army. She's the best 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 that anyone can have.

"You are likely a child to me. Take a few deep breaths."

"Should I pretend to be afraid for your amusement? Child, I've only cleaned your clothing. I'm not restraining you. You're welcome to keep playing as you see fit."

Brow raising, she waved her hand in his direction, mana concentrating. A scent of lavender wafted past the man, the dust and gore seeming to evaporate off of him.

Gold hues snapped up to look the other, her voice growing cold. Almost like a scolding mother. "Sit. You're covered in blood. I'm trying to make you more presentable."

I'll wait until you sleep.

"You can certainly try," she hummed, daring to get close enough to brush dust off of his shoulder. "But I promise I'll make it hurt when I come back."

"I make no promises.~"

Fuck.

Going to steal his heart.~

Why are there more children running around?

"That's a shame. I thought people liked having friends."

As soon as he gripped the serpent, its mouth flew open, fangs protruding. But it could not bite, not with how it was held. Meanwhile, the witch's attention was peaked. She clicked her tongue, eyes narrowing. She moved towards the area the other was in, her anger simmering as she got closer. Soon

"Me? Why, I'm your new best friend. I can make that hunger of yours go away."

"It still counts. For two more days."

"I'm not going to mutilate you while you're my husband. I thought that much was obvious."

"Yes yes," she chimed, going for the collarbone area. "Now sit still. You're squirming."

Oh, the poor little dear. She feels so bad for him. What kind of monster would leave such a sweet boy to starve?

//It would be a shame if I just...

Tickle tickle! She's not even trying to hurt him right now. He should probably be very afraid.

Oh, no. She’s playing with her food.

And-! She just started tickling his sides. No flesh tearing, no pain. Just... Normal tickling.

"So the child has a twin... It seems the twin has gone completely mad."

She's slowly pushing her fingers against his stomach.

You're getting on my nerves, child.

She's sitting there, unfiltered, a barrier forming around her. She picked her cup back up, taking a sip. "I'm not human, dear. And you seem upset. Did I not give you the reaction you want?"

Would he like to keep going?

Well isn't that just too bad?

"Then you are a hopeful fool. Now sit still. I need a kidney."

Magic stab-

She's just a witch. And she has no qualms with wiping both out. "Do you mind? I was admiring the clouds," she hummed, setting her cup down."

I'm going to take my time ripping you apart, monk.

So you do get it!

Yes.

Keep making these threats and she might fall in love. She's going to ruin his little empire.~

A clump of dirt? Keep insulting yourself more for my benefit.

No. She's going to launch him into the air.

"What else am I supposed to do? Listen to your jokes and suddenly want to be a saint?"

Don't threaten her with a good time, darling. Unless he wants her to use him to regenerate her body.

He won't get to see or smell it, either.

It's not even a comparison, monk.

"A rodent is still a rodent, dear."

Before or after she eats their hearts?

How cute. You think you're worth comparing to me.

Awww. Poor little monk can't even compare to a witch. How sad.

Is it?

He's not getting any.

Petting his chin. "A good little hamster."

Sipping tea. Him and what army?

And yet still more beautiful than you.