A celebration of death
Vincent POV
I managed to get him back into the stairwell, trying to avoid causing any more commotion than necessary. Even if it was a surprise, I couldn't stop to figure out why Kavielle was there, much less why she wasn't effected by the spell. Once this was handled, I would deal with her later. He was already slashed, his organs perforated and smashed at the hands of our father. Not that we really used them, per se, but the pain—a pang of guilt hit me.
He was helpless against my strength. He crawled, trying to get away from me. "You did to yourself, brother. You could have walked away and left me alone, but you refused. You tried to use my heart against me; now I will show you how heartless I can be." I roared at him, picking him up by his hair. I slammed him against the banister, the sound of his spine cracking under the pressure echoed in the cement chamber.
