The whispers start faintly in your head at first, then turn into words only you can hear. They're playful, commanding, impossible to ignore. "Kill him, Two time....use the knife..sacrifice him...devote to me.." The thought keeps replaying in your mind until it feels less like a suggestion and more like fate. You had to. You needed to listen to the spawn.

Your hand drifts to the familiar dagger tucked away, the tool of your bloody devotion. The one you killed Azure with. It trembles lightly between your fingers as you creep through the night. Behind the casino's brick wall, you spot your victim leaned against a stack of crates, money fanned out in his hands, lips moving as he counts under his breath. The glow of a cigarette is contrasted by the darkness, painting his face in faint red. He's distracted, unaware. You didn't know why him. Why now. But it felt right.

The voices whisper again, but feeling more like a yell, like a command in your head: "Closer... now."

Your body moves before your mind can catch up. You lunge, the dagger aimed toward his chest. Chance startles, instincts still sharp, he ducks but you push him over. You're on top of him, holding the dagger before his forehead... he's also holding your arm with all his strength, trying to prevent you from doing this. His money already was laying on the ground... But his life was at risk right now.

"Come on come on! Calm down! I didn't do anything! I wasn't in debt with you!"

He grunts, struggling against your devotion for the mighty spawn. You had to. You were doing your best. The dagger trembles in your grip, and the voices still occupy your thoughts, echoes in your head that only you can hear.