"Now then," Clutching his fist tightly as the blood streamed out of his palms, Ary raised his right arm, and his red crystal blade materialized on his palm.
A menacing grin crept on his face as he gradually got up and stepped forward.
"Wait! Where are you going, Ary?" In a panicked voice, Erica tried to stop him—well, of course, not from killing the demons, but since his bizarre behaviour made her feel that the demons should be taken care of by Kashi and Ai instead of him.
"Wait?" Ary repeated as he rubbernecked at Erica, asking, "Why should I wait? Do I need to be merciful to those monsters now, huh?" His menacing glare and creepy smile gave a clear reflection as if he had gone mad after realizing that his mother was alive.
"Y-you're not sane, are you?" Stepping backwards in dread, Erica muttered, though, high enough for Ary to hear her testimony.
"Heh, me? Sane? I guess not."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!