Different lives, different bodies, same agenda. The downfall of humanity and sorcerers alike was all Kenjaku truly cared for. To see humanity rip itself apart at the seams, to watch as the filth of this world decimated thousand's. A true world where curses ruled with no restraint.

Yet, even as a highly conceited individual, Kenjaku didn't anticipate for the moment where the past would take shape as a teenage boy. So, here he was staring at the bloodied boy, mind whirring a mile a minute. There was a faint connection to him, it pooled inside him, sparking a lifetime of past choices that were now catching up to him.

The body he controlled moved slightly, boots crunching over the fragile glass.

"You've grown, Yuji."

He remembers. This boy was his son. Albeit, he used the boys mother as a vessel to give birth to him, but didn't half of the custody belong to him, too?

"You know, mommy doesn't like anyone else like I like you, right?" The voice of the body he was inside of, didn't quite portray what he wanted to say, but he assumed it was as good as you could get.