Syca's Record #17: Despicable Scum

In that dark moment, I saw a dagger amidst scraps of fabric torn from Yolu's clothes resting at my feet. Words inscribed in the blade were illuminated by the moonlight: "My love, Vaha. With the Goddess of Darkness' permission, our paradise will be complete." ...I knew exactly who would write a message like this. A storm of violent rage filled my heart with dark conviction: Orze! Vaha... Vaha! He must be eliminated.