Wondering over the color of Euhporia’s blood upon Grimm’s blade, he sat in silence in a room he’d seen fit to occupy. He knew what came next as soon as his body drank in the fluid. It was inevitable. He steeled himself against what he knew would come by adding the last ingredient to himself but took little reprieve in the faults of his plan and in one swift, easy gesture ripped his shirt open.
Vostal forced air into his lungs in a deep breath and flipped Grimm over in his hands, pressing the cruel tip of the blade to his chest over his heart and closing his eyes. Her image flared in his mind.
Euphoria.
He’d killed her. Rather easily considering the power he knew she had once possessed in her days of grandeur. However, she’d grown weak putting all that effort into the barrier. He promised to avoid such stupidity. Afterall, he had the memories she did not. With this action…this simple movement…
He pierced his heart with the tainted tip of his weapon.
Ah, I will exceed even you, my love.
Subject: Do you know...What Euphoric are? 
