Suguru hadn’t expected anyone to follow him down the path of darkness he chose nor stand by him through the things he’d done. He was devoted to his cause, the same way the people of his cult were to him.

He’d sensed the the change immediately. The sickly spell, he was worried sick, putting aside his responsibilities to step into the caretaker role. When he couldn’t be around, Mimiko and Nanako were.

“How’re you feeling sweet thing?” He spoke softly, some soup in his hand.