[Ishu]

December 5th, Chicago. Sewer #17.

He felt the poison urging through him and continued to stare at her, listening to her words. He grinned and chuckled softly. "You must have no hope." He tried to sit up but failed and caught a glimpse of something crawling along to walls. Frowning, he continued, "Knowing you will never feel love... it's unbearable." He spoke as if he knew this kind of loneliness.

Amante crawled a little bit closer to her, wincing as the poison began to hut him. Whatever it was, it was high quality shit and it wasn't taking it's time to affect him. He reached out, grabbing her by the back of her head. "As my death wish, let me part on you this gift." His hand gripped her by her hair and pulled her down to him as he leaned up, pressing his lips to hers as his eyes followed the moving figure behind her.

His lips lingered to hers, firm and warm, and finally they parted. Not letting her go, he leaned closer to her and whispered right into her ear, "Run." Before he could say more, a creature roared as it lunged out. Amante threw Leila with surprising force to the side wall of the tunnel.

The creature slashed at him despite his arms coming up to block the attacks. It was rather horrible looking- scorched, tanned skin with welts and what looked like net-shaped patches of flesh. It screeched, roaring, as massive claws tore at his arms and Amante simply clenched his teeth while enduring the pain. As skin flew away from him, exposing his bones and blood covering the female figure above him, he let out a yell of pain and lurched forward, vomiting onto the female.

This enraged the woman further and what looked like a spiny tail whipped out around the air behind her, stabbing right into one of his knees, destroying the bone inside. The end of the tail, similar to a dagger, twisted and began to grind up the knob along with pieces of flesh and muscle tissue.