As Alaric stepped through the doors of his mansion, a heavy weight seemed to settle on his shoulders. The tension from the meeting with the Roughe family still lingered in his mind, but a darker, more personal matter loomed ahead. He had been dreading this moment, but he knew it was inevitable. The Nightfang family had long been a thorn in his side, and now, with everything on the line, it was time to confront them.
Moving swiftly through the corridors, Alaric made his way to the throne room. His footsteps echoed in the grand hall as his mind raced with thoughts of Lucy and the suffering she'd endured. Each step fueled the growing storm inside him. Upon reaching the throne room, he paused for a moment, composing himself before turning to Gilbert, who stood loyally by his side.
"Gilbert," Alaric said, his voice low and commanding. "Bring me Lilith Nightfang."
