Chris watches her dance with the appreciation and marvel it deserves. It is one of death and in its way it calls to him for its beauty. She jerks their prey's head back and Chris continues his approach, his attention still on her. She deserved it more.

"Even just a little is something...more than any filth of wasted life like you grant another." His eyes flick back down to the lump of flesh, panting and scared and doomed on his knees. He reaches out, hands calm and gentle as they cup the guard's face. Chris' smile is cruel and so satisfied in that breath of space.

"How terrible you only die once." It's another blink before the sickly black spreads through the man's veins, searing his blood inside his own body and pushing out. Wounds visibly spread and deepen across the man's skin and bleed him slowly. It runs over Chris' hands and their victim screams until he very sharply can't and falls to the ground. It's not a quick death, the cleric makes sure of that...but he kneels down by the man to watch every moment of it. When his final breath leaves him, Chris watches and cherishes it.

"There now...may your soul scatter as useless as dead leaves and no one else know the foulness of your touch but the barren soil you turn to. I'll be sure to tell my love you'll haunt him no longer."