Hades
The crowd erupted into controlled applause, a hollow, mechanical sound echoing through the courtyard.
The crowd watched as Eve's corpse was placed onto a cold, steel stretcher by two royal guards. The metallic clang of the chains still bound to her limbs echoed unnervingly in the courtyard. Her blood left a dark trail smeared across the execution platform as they carried her body away, disappearing behind a set of steel doors at the back of the stage.
The LED screens faded to black, erasing any trace of what had just occurred. The applause dwindled, replaced by murmurs and hushed conversations, some laced with relief, others with unease.
Alpha Darius remained still on the balcony, surveying the crowd with cold indifference. His voice once again sliced through the air.
"It is done." He wiped his strangely wet face. "Eve Valmont, the cursed twin, is dead."
Those three words were final. Heavy.
