[A/N: There's a small gift in author's thoughts]
Mere moments later, a dull-eyed Victor was kneeling in front of the grave. His body was thoroughly chained up, not allowing for even an inch of movement. Beneath the tatters of his shirt shone a sigil that was well-known to Erik.
It was a sigil that suppressed a Runebound's power.
Behind the kneeling man stood Emily, Emma, and Astrid, while Erik and Alice flanked him on both sides.
Alice's eyes were filled with a calm fury, far different from the red-hot rage she had felt towards Victor before. Erik gave a small smile at that sight, realizing his efforts to temper her feelings had paid off.
Now, Alice could take Victors life and treat it as closing a particularly painful chapter of her life. Had she taken Victors life in a rage induced fury instead, it could have simply left a hole that she might never have been able to fill.
