In as much as it was the most panful thing to look at, Analice could't look away. She knew that she had to watch what was happening to the very end.
"It's so sad that you have to die like this." The man kept on laughing with his hands in his hair. "Your power is quite overwhelming for my body to handle."
"You bastard!" Zahmiel cussed, despite the pain he was in.
"Ooh, you're not dead yet?" The man cocked his head in amusement, "No worries. I already have what I came here for. You'll die sooner or later anyways."
The man walked out of the house leisurely as if he hadn't just left someone out to die. Once he was gone, the two lackeys of his and the rest of the men outside followed him. The meeting was brief as if he was just meeting an old friend but the wounds those few minutes left would last a lifetime.
"Zahmiel! Say something… Please…" Analice weeped as she sat on the cold floor with no streghtn left in her.
