"Know,"  Enzo grimaced, looking at his classmates who were already willing to go.  "That I am there to protect them.  I cannot stop all of you from going, but I can protect those who cannot fight.  You've never dipped your hands in blood, have you, Luke?"  The sickly legacy coughed into his palm before balling his fists.  "You think demons are just jokes?  A bedtime story parents tell their kids?"

Horrid memories of the demonic wars he had fought in throbbed within the recesses of Enzo's mind, and he couldn't stop his teeth from gritting.  All reapers sank their hands in the shadows to make sure that the upper world need not dirty themselves.  They wallowed in nightmares to ensure that the innocents slumbered in peace.  They died in darkness so that the many may thrive in the light.  The art of reaping was no joke, and to treat the demons who claimed countless lives as a light fantasy was an insult to those who laid desecrated upon the soil across the world.

This guy...  he was blessed with health and strength... and yet he squandered it on naivete and carelessness.

Enzo definitely loathed this guy.

"You think demons are cool?"  Enzo smiled at him, malice dripping from the curves of his lips.  "You might wanna ask the children who were drowned by kappas, swallowed whole by [i]bakunawas[/i] if they thought it was cool."  However, Enzo decided not to pursue it too much.  If others enjoy the thrill of getting themselves killed, he couldn't stop them.  But, it would be a greater dishonor not to protect them.  "You may say I'm being dramatic, but you've never fought a demon.  Never seen someone torn apart by their hands.  But, I did."

[i]Blood spurted as one of his elderly kinsmen, Serafico, fell to the ground with a demon's claws embedded in his chest.  It was the second day of the War in Arayat when the Arachne Clan felt the fatigue and pressure from fighting over a hundred demons.  Pushed back to their last bastion, the remaining defenders put up a final stand with their summons shackled to their side.  Enzo had swallowed his fear then as he summoned once more his triumvirate of spirits.  His eyes glazed over the mangled bodies of his fallen clan members, and the fear that gripped his heart was replaced with fury.[/i]

"I know I cannot stop you, and that, you cannot take responsibility for the lives of our classmates,"  Enzo declared.  "But, I will.  So, lead, and I'll pick up after your mess."