Through a veil (Any healers?)

"Mephala" Crescendo breathed softly. The name was haunting, and strangely oddly familiar. Crescendo sat a little straighter as she spoke. "Ma'am, I will prove to you that I worthy of your time. I promise it on the grave of my father." he said ceremonially. His silver eyes glinted in hunger for a moment, but as he always had he hid his expresssions under a cold mask.

Nevermind that he had killed his own father. That was unimportant right now. All that mattered was that he was dead.