6. THE DEMON OF DEATH

ELIO

“Run!” The word came out as a harsh groan, the man scrambling from the floor wet with nothing but blood. The house was dark and empty, bodies littering the once-white tiles. Blood was all that coated me, dripping from the very seam of my shirt which had once been white yet as of then, bleeding itself.

I shook the chain in my hand, the man running to slip and fall but he scrambled back up. I stalked after, my chest pounding hard with my head not any different. I could not even breathe, the anger having me think I would pass out. I angled it from side to side, wanting to roar out loud.

The men who had hurt my belle, my flower, my Lethu were killed way too quickly. There was no regret than how easy I let them off but my only goal had been my angel, she was all that had mattered at that point. Now that she was secure, I would do anything to raise the dead so I could bring those vile men back and show them what I do to disgusting rats who cross me.

The cries from the pathetic man