{Sensuous Wasabi – Witch Lily}
Sensuous Wasabi stepped forward, his black coat glinting faintly as it fluttered in the darkness. Shadows clung to him unnaturally. He pushed up his hat, revealing red marks carved across his face—old, deliberate scars.
He grinned, voice calm and calculated.
"Neraxis has to fall… or our plan will fail."
Witch Lily stood beside him, arms folded.
"Yeah. Though I doubt he'd lose to a bunch of SS Graders."
Wasabi ran a hand through his hair, chuckling softly.
"Well… let's see what happens."
Lily narrowed her eyes, studying him carefully.
"How have you been surviving for two thousand years?"
Wasabi laughed, the sound hollow.
"It's still a mystery. I'm a survivor of Neraxis' Devil Era."
Lily's expression hardened.
"So am I."
Wasabi turned slightly, showing his back as he spoke, his tone sharp and mocking.
"As a slave bound to his soul… that's pathetic."
The air grew heavy.
Lily raised her hand slowly, vital force stirring beneath her skin.
"Say another word… and I'll kill you."
Wasabi paused—then laughed nervously as he began walking away.
"Sorry. But I don't feel like dying today."
The darkness swallowed him whole.