Charlotte pov
…
I blinked. "What?!"
Mother smirked and ruffled through her thrown purse, grabbed her phone then tapped on a few buttons to she showed me an image. It was heavily censored as the stations were wont to do. It showed a castle town. All was pretty, all was beautiful. Yet it panned over a section and into the perspective of one of the players.
His eyes found purchase on the broken wall. Ice surrounded the seen buildings, tinged red by the blood and corpses that were pierced to the ground. Crows and other vultures flew overhead and partook in the feast of rotten flesh.
I winced at the scene. For in the middle of all this, upon a throne of ice, was he himself. Gabriel. He raised his hand and the recording turned to black, all that could be heard was a slight scream. Such agony.
