Bab 162: Unextinguished anguish of the heart

The young boy's hands were wet, dripping with the blood of the men he had killed without blinking his eyes. No matter how many men he had killed, his blood thirst hadn't been quenched. He wanted more blood, but more importantly, to drink the blood of the man who had killed his beloved mother, leaving her to bleed to her death. 

Hellion moved his clawed hand in front of him again while he walked backwards. He taunted, 

"This is how all you blood sucking creatures are. You don't care about others. All you care about is blood and it is never enough, is it? Traitor's like your mother should be hanged to death! What I did to her was give her an easy way out!!" 

Young Vincent didn't like this man talking about his mother. He said, "Every time we have a celebration in the mansion, we make a cake that my mother designs. She would not let us take a bite or taste it."