CHAPTER DXCXXI

(SILLY TUNE)

“YOU can do at least that, right, Kyle?”

A kind of smile, that sinister one with the form and the ideals that don’t amuse Kyle for even a bit. But a suggested insult that isn’t that hard to know.

“Tsk!”

Kyle click his tongue and gritted his teeth. But for a few seconds, where he then fixed his mood along with his expression. Showing nothing of such an irritating face nor a tone to his voice.

“Name it and I’ll do it in perfection.”

He boasts with the truth in it that no one in that void and current world of His could protest nor even deny. Kyle’s character and uniqueness made him the perfect doll that He wanted, or so He thinks that Kyle is.

“Very well. I am looking forward to the fruit of your labor, Kyle.”

He commanded, all in His slithering form. Eyeing the two of them, especially the unlikely visitor who just recently knocked on the door and introduces herself.

“Beatrice.” Kyle suddenly calls her name.

As he draws t