"Alive and aware, ha?"
Merciless muttered under his breath, his voice carrying both awe and caution.
Carmilla on the other hand began to speak.
'Master, it knows you created it. It recognizes your essence, your will. This... thing considers you its progenitor.'
For a brief moment, Merciless felt an odd sensation ripple through him, perhaps pride? To have birthed something so monumental, so utterly otherworldly, it left Merciless speaking his mind as he said out loudly.
"Hmmm... well, this was fate in a kind of way... I have no idea what Pandora Box would have created; as such, I had to boost my luck to such a degree that the outcome of randomness would have to end with it leaning towards my favor."
"Although just confirm you're telling me that it... knows me? That it's... what? Another child of mine?"
He asked his tone a mix of caution and amusement.
'In a sense, yes.'
Carmilla replied.
