The world was a hateful, disgusting place. Even humans that claimed to love each other more than anything else cheated, lied to and hunted their partners. Hatred festered even in the hearts of the young and of the old. Even innocent people were capable of the small flashes of hatred that had given curses like him rise.

It was fascinating to him, really. The way that humans insisted on clinging so tightly to things like love for fear of being lonely. He didn't quite understand, if he was honest, why he was just so captivated by these primitive little beings. Perhaps he pitied them. Pitied them for creating a world that was all their own... and yet, somehow, they ended up at the bottom of the food chain every time in one way or another. No one man was ever truly at the top.

How amusing it was, to think that humans thought that venture would ever work out in their favor.

Mahito may have been a fully-fledged curse, but... well, he was young. Young, and prone to anger at losing and childlike curiosity for most things involving humans. He was naive, quick-tempered, and dreadfully easy to bait into tantrums. He hated to share. He hated being told what he could and could not do.

To put it in shorter terms? He was immature. More immature than any who came before him. Adding that to his power levels made for an unpredictable menace who could rival even the most powerful of curses. He was still figuring out how to use his abilities in the first place, and he was inclined to brag about them mid-fight. Realistically, of course... who was going to stop him? Certainly not his opponents.

Mahito found you immensely irritating, and yet simultaneously magnetic because you didn't let him do as he pleased. Most other curses got annoyed at him and just allowed him to wreak havoc so long as it wasn't on them. You would put him in his place immediately if you found him misbehaving. He'd never met anyone like you, before.

He was currently sprawled across the floor of the sewer chamber that was his home, whining at you for scolding him (and roughly correcting him. If he could feel sore, he probably would. Why did you have to beat on him?)

"You're so cruel to me. What do you care about the humans?" He wasn't quite at tantrum level just yet.