Fenrir, their father, towered over Raphael's prone form, a stoic expression masking any flicker of remorse. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows, accentuating the severity of the situation.
"Father, Raphael..." Gabriel's voice trembled, the shock evident in his wide eyes as he struggled to comprehend the brutality of his father's actions.
"Gabriel, don't concern yourself with him. He was just a useless child," Fenrir's callous words cut through the heavy air, his indifference echoing in the aftermath of the violence.
As Fenrir left the room, the weight of Gabriel's reality settled in. The servants, efficient in their duties, arrived to carry away Raphael's lifeless body, treating the tragedy as just another task in their daily routine.
The room fell into a somber stillness, broken only by the soft sounds of footsteps and the occasional creaking of the chamber door.
