Christian felt the anger surge throughout his body as Daniel called him and narrated the events that had unfolded up until the point Arsenio had arrived.
Ambrose.
Christian had enough faith in Daniel to know that Daniel would take care of Ambrose's bastard sun and put him down like the dog that he was. So all that was left was Ambrose. And he, Christian would take care of himself.
He had once read that suffering was for the living and suffer Ambrose shall. He would be one with his fury and love. A sheer act of revenge.
With each mile that he passed with his car his anger turned from fury to a blinding fire to a pitch black pit of chaos. And yet the pitch black chaos was too small a word as further ahead he went, until there he stood in front of 'Manerium Somniorum'
The manor of dreams.
