Ignoring his question, Kirishima Bupai sighed and continued, "When the brother carried his sister on his back, crawling through those hopeless streets, begging for even the faintest chance of survival..."
At this point, his gaze seemed to pierce time and space, settling on the distant past. "You should have died there."
"Your suffering should have ended then, too."
He shook his head slightly, a trace of cold regret in his voice. "The gates of heaven might already have opened a crack for you."
"How pitiful... how tragic..." Kirishima Bupai paused, a smile devoid of warmth curling his lips. "You met the thing you should never have met."
"That thing with rainbow-colored eyes and a fake smile, who called himself a religious leader..." Kirishima Bupai's voice abruptly grew low and clear, filled with undisguised disgust. "Doma!"
"A thing without emotions actually taught people with emotions how to survive? He certainly was a religious leader-just one who led people to hell..."
Buzzz-!
Both demons' heads shuddered violently at once. Like their deepest nightmare, that name instantly tore open the past they had deliberately forgotten.
Recalling the past brought bone-deep hatred surging into Gyutaro's clouded eyes, but more than that, there was the terror of having the depths of his soul laid bare...
Daki outright screamed, "Shut up! Don't say that name!"
"Heh." Kirishima Bupai was not surprised by their reaction. This had struck them right where it hurt. "From the moment you accepted that monster's blood..."
As he spoke, he lowered his head, looking down at Gyutaro struggling at the bottom of the pit. "Your souls were already utterly defiled and corrupted."
"You thought gaining power would let you protect each other? But what kind of power was it? Power gained by eating people ultimately..."
His gaze swept over Gyutaro's wretched state,