Stepping forward to his cell, the Oracle trembles at the sight of the carnage scattered across the room. The young woman he had left here days before had been torn to shreds, with skin thrown across the room in tatters.
The bones are broken and destroyed as her body almost vanishes into a lingering mist that hangs in the air. The soft scent of her perfumed skin was perpetrated with decay.
Coughing violently, the Oracle collapses as he loses control of his nerves. The stress is overwhelming as he thinks of the images of her growing up. The dreams he had imposed in her mind. She was the first he genuinely cared for, and he tried to stop seeing them as an influx of meat to be devoured. He had begun to see the world as his brother had.
