"Shela, haven't you gone out to see that little boyfriend of yours lately?" Mr. Mischael looked at the newspaper in his hand, his leg encased in plaster, watching his sister push the door open and walk in with a mix of curiosity, puzzlement, and an eighty percent feigned smile.
To speak of it, his sister having a boyfriend was something that delighted Mr. Mischael; he was overjoyed that his sister finally had someone to love, and even more so that the Nobles of Carterburg seemed to have completed their ritual... Yes, that damned ritual.
It was a sin that could only rot away in the hearts of those involved, and it was also the reason Mischael had to painstakingly select his targets for revenge after his initial anger subsided.
