Novel & Cerita Lorenzo Haunting Ground

~ELENA~ I don’t think. I don’t breathe properly. I just move. My feet carry me down the hallway like they already know where I’m going. My blood roars in my ears, louder than my footsteps, louder than the memories clawing their way out of my chest. Every wall I pass feels too close, too suffocating, like this house itself is trying to stop me. Lorenzo Romano. My mother’s killer. He's currently at the pool.

The tunnel fell silent, the kind that carried ghosts inside it and Marco looked away first and for some reason that alone told Isabella that she was about to hear the worst response that had been revealed since this night started. The emergency lights overhead caused their shadows to stretch long against the concrete walls while dust drifted lazily through the stale underground air, and somewhere far above them thunder rolled faintly through the city. Lorenzo waited, still bleeding and still standing motionless beneath the dying red light but now Isabella noticed something frightening under all the control holding him together

I ask through the speaker. Marco’s voice crackles. I am not to be sure, Dante, you do not pay me. You pay me to find ghosts. And your ghost has just pinged off on some old house--the mansion of Lorenzo outside of town. My hands tighten on the wheel. That place is cursed. It was the core of the empire of Lorenzo, the very walls on which we burned down his heritage. The same location that Vanessa was killed--or was meant to be. I swallow hard. Send everything you have on that signal, send it to me.

“Let’s finish what you started. I believe that it is only right for me to end things with you. The rest would bow anyway, and those who do not… well, they will simply die.” The air pulsed, bending around her, and the ground shivered under her feet. Lorenzo staggered up from the wreckage, bleeding, trembling, but standing, taking her by surprise as the vines that held him down broke under his movement. Lisa’s eyes widened, and for a second, I thought that I caught fear in her gaze. A slight glimpse of her weakness. He wiped the blood from his mouth and met her eyes. “This ends tonight,” he told her. “For Annalise. For mother. For everything you destroyed.”

Isabella's lips parted, but no sound came out. Her body felt frozen. Rooted to the spot. Lorenzo stopped a few steps away, his gaze briefly shifting to the man on the ground. Still writhing. Still alive. “Pathetic,” he muttered under his breath. Then his eyes returned to Isabella. And everything else faded. The storm. The pain. The fear. All of it disappeared under the weight of that gaze. He took another step closer. “Isabella.” Her name rolled off his tongue slowly.

Allen stole a gaze at Austin and he was met with Austin's hand up wide in the air as if to vindicate himself for not being good at football. "Well…" "We are here" Jade interrupted Allen as he was about to speak. They came to an Abandoned Factory that smelled like death, the Iron wire mounted up to serve as a wall against the outside world was already useless. Jade leaned sideways and they bent beneath while going in. Austin looked around, his legs shivering. Fear was beginning to creep in and he struggled to keep himself from showing it. Unfortunately, Allen noticed and placed a hand on him "Are you okay?"

“There’ll be no one left to stop her.” Lorenzo didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because Matteo was wrong. If she became what he was… There wouldn’t be anything left to stop her. And a part of him didn’t know if he wanted to. ~~~~~~~~~~ Later that evening, when the compound slept in steel silence, Lorenzo drove alone through the outskirts of Naples. The streets wound like veins through memory. Every intersection was a ghost. Every stone whispered names he’d erased. He arrived at the mausoleum just before midnight.

"⁠A King wi​th​o⁠ut land is just a beggar. Go back to America, Lore‍nz‌o. O⁠r yo​u will be b‍uried under these roots." ‌Lorenz​o crumpled‍ the n‍o⁠te in‍ his fis‌t. ‍He t‍urned around. Hi​s face wa⁠s terrifying. The sadness I h‌ad seen at‌ the Gala was gone. The hesitation f⁠rom the warehouse rai⁠d was gone. In i‌ts place was t‍he cold, ancient fury of th‍e Sicilia‍n b​lood‌line.

"Thanks so much." Logan gave the old female some coins before they left and continued their tour. "This is the territory of the Clan of the ghost" he uttered pointing at the huge kingdom before them. "Stop Danny" he commanded and Danny did. "Wow, looks terrifying. Any mortal will shit in his/her pants if they sight this kingdom." "Lol. Nothing is terrifying here. Just vultures, skulls, Red pieces of clothes, spiders, snakes, and rumbling of the sky." "Is that all you see? And who told you there aren't mortals who got phobia for spiders and snakes? Also, do you think it's everyone that can bear the different sounds going on?"

After the trio had decided that they would go haunt for the enchanted peacock and get it's blood ready for use. And the haunt would be that day, Zeke locked up the manor as they would be traveling to Viscarria. Zeres who wanted to leap with Abi in his grasp was blatantly refused by Abigail herself. She couldn't endure anymore of that torturous ride in his arms. It angered him to the extreme.