Duck Lake just back to die

there was no mercy -- not for caiaphas, not for spyridon. she never recognized him as she cut him down. no remaining memory came to the surface of him once standing besides her in the ceremonial pool -- no long lost nostalgia washed over her, for the time he had served as her best and brightest in the aftermath of kevlyn's death.

poor spyridon, who deserved a far better end than at the hands of a rabid beast!

a garbled, blooded noise wet and obfuscating sounded -- both from caiaphas and spyridon, as blood gushed forth from his throat, from her mouth and bloodied tongue. she did not taste its sweetness, she did not know as the last of his life's blood pumped out in darkened red across the snow. she moved past his slumped form, crimson ebbing down her slender throat in cerise bloom. she knew not that she had just slain a friend, perhaps her only friend remaining.

all she knew was the way was clear -- kevlyn was waiting on the other side.