(Trigger warning - Blood).
Blood dripped down the marble statues, sinking into the stones, turning them crimson.
A horrific sight but still not as ghastly as what laid beneath.
Gwen had been slammed against a statue; blood dripping from her forehead, eyes closed as if in death. A basket of food and fruits was scattered on the floor, drowning in the red liquid.
A floating apple was next to Aunt Alice, who laid flat on the floor, blood gushing out from the deep claw marks that had ripped her belly apart.
In the center of this chaos stood George, like a possessed monster of the shadows, with eyes an eerie blue. In his hands laid an unconscious Mira.
Another scream tore through Zezi's throat.
“My family!”
Valerick forced her outside the hall, as guards rushed in while he shouted out orders that she couldn't hear.
She couldn't hear anything anymore.
All she could hear was a loud ringing sound in her ears and the pounding of her heartbeat.
