It looks like the cheery blond girl you know, although it doesn't. You know that voice. But you also don't. You've never heard it in such a low, imposing tone before.

"You have committed the sin of filial impiety. Transgressor."

It speaks toward the lesser being. The Bloodfiend, shriveled and kneeling, trembling... pathetic.

"Mercy, o venerated ancestor. I beg for the mercy of the Second Kindred, I beg for the mercy of the Second Kindred, I beg—"

Cassetti's pleas are silenced by a single utterance of "Insolent worm." Crimson droplets of blood slowly rises around the Bloodfiend's mouth... before congealing and sealing his mouth shut.

"No language worming its way out of your maw shall be worth my ears. No... To commit the sin of filial impiety by attempting to travel against the bloodstream, to commit such abomination against your ancestor... I cannot well sanction your impudence of continued existence. Coagulate... then melt away."

Cassetti's body begins liquefying into a slick stream of blood, his form curdling and crumbling, then dripping to the ground. Rapidly yet ponderously, like that ice cream Don Quixote loved so much, melting away on the floor heated under the searing sun.

"Ah... You."

Don Quixote turned to look at you, who was still on the ground after being thrown by the shockwave.