"Get your neck in here! I will fucking kill you this time!"
Samael's voice rang across the entire desolate estate, making someone in the courtyard take a deep breath. The man's pair of fiery eyes landed on the person inside the pit he had dug himself.
"Fabian, choose." Rufus's voice was alarmingly low, eyes glinting mercilessly. "Whose hands do you choose to kill you? Will you want to wait for His Grace or shall I end you now?"
Fabian, who was in the hollow, gazed at Rufus. His brother was holding a shovel, staring at him coldly as if they weren't brothers.
"I… I'm sorry, brother." He let out a deep sigh, getting down and laid down. "Being buried alive is what I deserved. I didn't do the job properly."
"I don't know what is this 'properly' you are talking about. However, you will not get away from doing what you've done to me." Rufus' grip on the shovel tightened, lifting it up as he started shoving soil into the trench.
