"The Butcher" Daathrata

...Perhaps.

I am true to my purpose yes, I simply may have diverted the oath of said purpose.

But no, I do not wish to be a Crow.
I do enjoy the beauty of their displays from a far. The art in their every action, the paintings of murder they create.

The same with me?

What do you mean exactly?

I had heard of demons able to do such things but not spirits.

How very interesting.

Compassion?

Like the spirits that roam the waking world?

Cole.

You are no normal man, are you?

Your words seem... specific.

What a curious little creature you are.

Of course.

...Nice hat.

Why is there coal in my office?

We originally united with the Crows through a treaty that stated they would say "I told you so".

I wonder if he let me see him in purpose this time?

I wonder if I have time to marvel at perfection?

Clearly, I need to leave the pretty ones alive.

Well, seeing there is nothing else from you.

I have a city to govern.

[He speaks something in Qunlat before he faces them again]

Anything else, or do you just plan to stare now?

Hide that tail unless you are seeking to become Sareebas, Demon.

I heard there is a new gallery opening soon in Treviso's Museum.

Cannot wait to see.

A pity there is nothing you can do about it then.

Demon.

Quite the opposite.

It delights me.

Ah yes~

That little mantra you all repeat to yourself like a prayer to your God.

Marvelous.

Sure.

I will let you keep believing that. It makes it more entertaining for me.

Funny you believe without me the city will stand.

You do know the reason the Antaam does not siege this place to ashes is me, right?

He will do as he sees fit.

Treviso is my Crown Jewel. My love for this city may not be his.

He may choose to keep it, leave it, or burn it.

My Lieutenant will take over.

It will be his decision then.

I am expecting it.

But I know who will sign my contract.

No stray knives will taste my blood.

Crows as a whole seem to have a fascination for knives in people's throats.

And yes.

I have no concerns for my own kin.

You do not know my Kith.

You do not know my men.

You see them and think them all the same.

You don't know they all carry names.
Names I personally gave each of them for their feats through the years.

Your own mind is so corrupt from your own schemes you pin that on my own soldiers.

They are committed to me. My command.

Our purpose.

Whatever kindness they offer to the city is an extension of my own.

Your views are simple.

The people may reject me, but that gives them no power against me.

I remain because I love Treviso.

I have my reasons, I don't need others to validate them.

Why would I?

There is no reason for me to leave Treviso. And thus. Here I will remain.