There is a moment of consideration from Eligos. The deep red eyes which peer out from the dark are calculating, and one who looks closely can see the shape of an idea forming behind them.

This is a dreadful plan, Vika.

"There are rules." Like liquid shadow, he emerges from the trees now to stand plainly before her, but looks no different in the light. The moonbeams do not reflect on his form, leaving him appearing almost as negative space. A hole in existence save for a beating red heart suspended in a broken bird cage. "As stated, you must discharge the shot by the time the moon returns to its present phase, waxing gibbous. Their death will convey their soul directly to me, for whatever purpose I deem fit. Finally, in order for the shot to work as intended, you must first earn the target's trust. It need not be an exceptionally significant bond--- just enough trust that there will be pain in your betrayal.