The Necromancer's laughter was laced with a twisted and alienated mire of negative emotions—anger, resentment, loathing, fear—entangling into a pitch-black desire for destruction, half aimed at the world's throat and half at his own heart.
Liss felt an almost palpable malice of humanity; disregarding the possibility that she would be severely spanked by Ash, she stealthily hid by his side, shivering.
Ash wasn't too surprised by Harvey's mental state.
Harvey's coffin was never intended for Alice.
Designing death scripts was a Necromancer's task, and Harvey had always been crafting his own script.
"Oh."
Harvey glanced at him, "You're just going to brush me off with an 'oh'?"
"Oh~~oh oh~~~oh oh oh oh~~"
