"Does that mean you're a demon now?"
That question hung in the air, and silence spread around them.
Mark's form grew imposing, and space itself seemed to warp and twist around him.
"Yes… I am," Mark replied, and Kira instinctively closed her eyes.
"Did you forget what we talked about, about demons, their danger? About the precautions we should take against Void?" Kira asked, opening her eyes.
Her voice was stern but struggled to remain stable.
To be honest, it felt like losing one's best friend.
Kira knew it. Just from the change in his voice, the way Mark looked, and what he had said before swallowing Void's blood , he would change, or perhaps he had already changed.
"Probably. But, Kira… grow up and learn to let go of some things. The past is the past; this is the present. I have chosen my path, and I will work on it. Choose yours. And I don't want to entertain your chatter anymore. Marcule, choose your path too. You can never walk Kira's path," Mark replied indifferently.
