A faint, twisted smile gracing his lips, Luocha cradled your limp body in his arms. He gazed upon you with such fondness; it almost felt feigned.

Your time was slowly running out as you lay helplessly in the arms of your lover, and yet he did nothing to help. It was as if he found pleasure in your suffering.

"it's better for you this way, my dear." He whispered, pressing a lingering kiss against your lips; one devoid of warmth.