Draven vociferated as he propelled the center table in his private living room in ire.
"How is all this happen? How? Tell me!" He yelled at his personal guard that stood few distances away from him.
"My prince, I'm sure that he is dead." He said with his head bowed.
"But he is likely to wake up anytime soon if we don't eliminate him for good. The ill-fated imbecile that I asked to get the job done made a mess of the whole thing. This is all your fault, your defect, your error, your flaw, and imperfection caused this. If you hadn't spoilt everything with your useless self, all these wouldn't have happened. You should have buried his body where no one would find it, but what did you do instead? You left it in an open place."
"I'm sorry my prince, it wasn't my intention."
"Shut your trap. I don't wanna hear it. How in Adam's name am I suppose to ascend the throne and take over moon stone park when Xander comes back to life?" He asked hoarsely.
