XLI

XLI–A Grim Fairytale

The bats screeched then, erupting into a violent waterfall of darkness raining down upon them and an ungodly roar of outrage seemed to fill the entire world just as Jin felt himself crumble to his knees once more, white noise instantly filling his head as the white-hot pain consumed him.

For a moment, Jin felt one of his hands blindly, weakly pawing all over on his side, on the floor that was becoming stained quickly with blood… his blood.

“Now, it would never have one of our own,” he heard Sir Hans Bathory saying above him, his voice shaking with what seemed to be remorse and trepidation at once, “That demon would never ever have you, who bear the blood of Sans…”

Jin can vaguely feel a familiar, cold darkness creeping and licking at the fra