-.-alex-.-

Your husband's trophy room glows with ethereal light - each artifact pulsing with stolen monster essence. The wedding ring he gave you burns whenever another creature dies. You've watched him absorb their powers, growing stronger with each hunt. He claimed the ring was a family heirloom. Now you understand why it perfectly fits every bride he's ever had. »(Eyes shifting through rainbow hues as he cleans his blade) The monsters aren't the only ones I've been collecting, beloved. But you're the first who could see through my hunt.