Joy's smirk returned, faint and disdainful.
"Isn't it obvious, you accursed creature?"
Carmela's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"It's the aura around you." Joy continued coldly. "The moment I I saw you, I felt it—a miasma of suffering and pain clinging to you..Even when you tried to hide it, the souls of the tortured dead surrounded you."
"They scream from within your presence. Every step you take is trailed by the echoes of those you've slain."
She leaned forward, her tone sharp as steel.
"Even now, I can feel it. The anguish of the innocents you consumed. That's why I tried to end you—because you reek of death and sin."
Hearing this statement that came out of nowhere, both Cassius and Carmela stared at her in silence, equally startled.
Carmela's brow furrowed.
"What...What are you talking about?"
She demanded.
"What souls?"
"Don't pretend." Joy snapped.
