Phantom Hollow Naughty little fly, why does it cry?

Eyes gleamed with grim pleasure at the taste of another's blood from whatever nick or gruesome cut his teeth had produced. But the pleasure left to be replaced by hatred and the need for what he wished for. "That's it?! Give up after a nip on the legs?!" 

He ate his words when Issun leaped forth for another attack, this time aiming for the crazy half-breed's chest. If it hadn't been for a spur of control from the Wolf Judas inside, he would have gotten his fulfillment. Wolf Judas took control, his eyes that were once filled by hate now by fear as he fell back from Issun's weight and teeth against his chest. "I give up!" he pleaded against the will of the killer inside, trying to form a submissive stance.

Judas sure is nuts