[Salone]

Lion. If only blind man could see how true he was! True! Lion of Tsavo!

Lev twitched, the name Dante spat evoking the whisperings once again. He turned his head slowly, small black pupils staring down the blind man's flesh. He spoke in a clear voice again, not at all like his usual halting speech.

"So the truth is out. Desperate times, blind one. Your mind is still sharp. You know what I am, to a degree. You know some of the things I have done."

Lev pulled the trigger on his revolver as it hung by his side, letting the soft click of the first empty chamber echo as the hammer hit air. He pulled the hammer back, cycling to a live round. Somewhere, a whispering started again.

Incite! Prod! Violence begets violence. Flesh, wasted flesh. Better repurposed. Processed. Digested so the strong may survive!

"Perhaps I have fed on the flesh of those slain. Maybe I reveled in the rot, consuming the putrid carcasses of the damned. Maybe Gabriel is in a smaller piece than you left him."

He grinned at Dante, knowing the man would never be able to appreciate his smile, blind or not.