[WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTENT CONTAINS A DISTURBING NARRATIVE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]
The soft click of the door as it closed brought forth nothing but silence in the dining hall. Abel let out a shallow breath, gazing at the long dining table filled with dead guests.
Unlike the nonchalant air surrounding him in Isaiah's presence, his expression was just… dead. He didn't know what to feel about tonight. He had seen this coming, albeit not this soon. But he knew Aries would leave… since he already planned her departure.
Even so, there was just this void she left in his rotten heart. A void that wouldn't be fulfilled so easily. Actually, it was impossible.
"Anger?" he whispered, sprawling his hand towards an empty plate.
CLANG!
Abel dropped the plate, shattering it to see if that would make him feel slightly better. One plate was followed by more, shattering on the floor one after another. And yet, he felt nothing.
