Continued...
She never stopped to think that what the gypsy said was that death himself would arrive for her and take her with him. Those vicious monsters weren't her reckoning, it was this man.
This man she saw as epitome of masculine perfection was truly her assailant, made to look anything but a depravity he brings. This man was Death. And he has arrived here for her.
"Y- You're-" Words were faltering at her tongue and falling, never to be heard into depths of silence consuming the room after what this ambiguous man has just spoken, .
"You're not who the prophecy spoke of." This time instead of a scream, proper and meaningful words rang out of Sia's throat as she paid heed to this creature's advice and worked to calm herself.
Whilst denying his claim, Sia also stepped forward and slide Teresa behind her back thinking she could protect her from him by doing so. Teresa was too shocked to say anything but move as she was moved.
