Reborn as a Demonic Tree

"What did you do, Morrigan?!" Vincent snarled as he glared at the grinning woman. This was the worst outcome. He ideally needed a person alive so he could drain the required blood from them for the bloodline absorption ritual to work. While this arm did have some of Stella Crestfallen's blood, it was already too stale, and even if he drained every last drop from the arm, it wouldn't be enough to fill more than a cup, let alone a coffin.

Morrigan had clearly betrayed him, and he had been baited to an area with immense suppression by this cheap trick. If they were to fight here, he was likely to lose.

"You ask what I did? This was nothing but karma. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth," Morrigan waved her stump. "An arm for an arm. I got my revenge on that Princess brat."

"You've betrayed me!" Vincent slammed his fist down on the table, shattering it in two.

"How could you say that?" Morrigan said, unfazed by the destroyed table between them, "Even after I showed my loyalty many times and got you this snack..."

"Snack? This is useless to me!" Vincent ripped the arm off the hook and pointed it accusingly at Morrigan. "Since when did you switch sides?"

She looked at him with amusement, "Switch sides? Honey, I was never on your side to begin with."

"But you banished your pride and licked my foot to show your servitude."

"Oh, you poor child," Morrigan shook her head, "That little joke was enough to win you over? I've engaged in far more deplorable acts for far less over the years." She stood up and laughed, "Pride is an excessive love of one's own excellence, usually fed by the reactions of others. Do you know what that means?"