‘  hello . ’    it had been quite a while since someone took it as his name. theirs was a kind that triumphed above all species, both gods and demons, maintaining the balance of the world as if it was their own.    tracker.    he laughed. seven words, two syllables, one flick of the tongue. such a wondrous sound it created.   && tempting.  very tempting.    ‘  it’s a pleasant day, isn’t it ? i hope it is, because it’s your last.  ’