40: Wildcard

KATERINA

“Why mom, why!” I cried out, holding the silver box which had now regained its shape, and contained my mother who had, just moments ago began to fake into dust particles and enter into the box. Elizabeth was no longer a threat, and Haydon and I were free. It was all thanks to my mother’s sacrifice. By now the Veneziano’s were awake with tears streaming down their faces. Death was still in the centre of the pentagram, clutching the silver box, which we now had discovered, was a mere replica. He opened it, looked inside, and threw it on the floor.

He then stormed up to where we were hovering over the box and took it from me. He tried to throw it on the floor, but Haydon grabbed his hands before he could. Death looked up at him and snarled which made Haydon whimper. He was still treating Haydon like the abusive man he always was, but I couldn&