|...A task had to be undertaken. The Angel that had come here earlier...he was an observant one. Correct in his assumption that he was an avenger, one who would exist until those that wronged him were no longer living, there was one other that had to be cleansed.
The Boss was somewhere nearby. He could feel her; he could almost smell her. Taste her. Himitsu Ishikawa: she had answers to questions that would be asked. Fukushu wanted to hear what the woman had to say for herself. There wasn't a guarantee that the meeting between the two would be pleasant...and should one stand in his way before his questions were properly answered... God help them...
With the throne disappearing as he stood to his feet again, it's construction spreading out to return to the surrounding buildings and structures, the vessel of revenge set his pinkish gaze upon that island, and was there, about as fast as it took him to think of traveling there.
Sugure No Shima...|
