WARNING:
THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN VIOLENCE AND DEATH.
PLEASE READ CAUTIOUSLY.
The moon shone brightly in the sky as the thin cloud moves along with the chilling autumn wind.
In the forest, the wolves howl and the cicadas sound, as the dry leaves fall.
The young child stood over a deep hole in the ground; his cheeks stained with dirt and blood, clothes disheveled as the crimson liquid soak the material.
Darius was holding a shovel, his cold purple eyes staring down at the hole.
Where a young girl lays, her hands and feet – bound.
She looked up at Darius with fear in her eyes, her lips trembling along with her entire body. She shook her head, begging the young boy not to follow through with his mistress' orders.
But he can't, because Darius knows the consequence of failure.
"It's time," Ravana said as the torches around them blazed in bright red flames.
