Art requires a certain form of cruelty. The Toreador have always claimed to be the closest to humanity, using it as a way to portray themselves as moral—but that also means reflecting its darker hues. The fascination with the morbid, the curiosity of how a body is torn apart on the train tracks, or how a head bursts like a firework when the trigger is pulled. The crescendo of a stalked victim, killed at the perfectly dramatic moment. These darker inclinations have always lurked within the Toreador, mingling with the inhumanity of the Beast. The crimson angels, unlike the others, embrace it