บท 201: Broken Fragments of the same soul (Semi-Final)

Vincent got beaten so badly that he wasn't even able to make sense of the situation. Without any pity for himself or at least a part of him, the crimson one grabbed him by the hair and yanked him above his feet, looking straight into his eyes. Vincent gritted his teeth and met his gaze, wrath surging below his hatred-filled eyes.

The crimson one curled his lips into a mocking smile as he patted his pale cheek with his cold hand, one that lacked any signs of life and warmth. Vincent felt as his face would freeze if he were to touch him three or four more times.

"Trying to fight me? Oh, father's little champion, you're too weak for that. You only made a fool out of yourself."

The way he was caressing his face was enough to disgust and disturb him. The way he kept on involving his dead father in everything got on his nerves. His anger intensified and his blood boiled.