Nahar Kraven released a deep, annoyed sigh. The gash running from his left hip and all the way to his right shoulder itched something fierce as his body worked to expel the miasma and heal the injury. Slowly but surely the rot was squeezed out, and his flesh fused. A nasty, jagged scar was left behind, but, well, it was barely even noticeable on the already mangled, disgusting surface of his skin.The adjudicator got him good with that one. And that sucked. He had gone through all this trouble, and just when he thought he could finally let loose for a change, he ran into one thing after another. This was supposed to be fun. A release from all the shackles that had been strangling him his entire life.Instead, it was starting to feel like a fucking chore.“What’s a man gotta do for some peaceful, mindless slaughter?” He tsked. “I already sold my damn soul. Feelin’ puh-retty scammed right now!”His face turned towards the strange woman, his elongated eyes narrowing vertically rather than horizontally. He could tell how disgusted she was by his presence. But her binding, the trade she made for power when she was a bigshot in her last life, made her unable to do anything more than stand there, her lower lip quivering as she did her best to look at ease. Oh, he was sure he’d find himself in a similar situation one day. After all, everything came with a price. But now, he could enjoy his advance payment in peace, free from such worries.Shifting his unbalanced feet, he slowly got up, warming his shoulders up as he looked in the direction that damned (...)