Dawnlark Plains the imp of the perverse

she can't catch him. she watches his shadowy figure retreat, chest heaving, heart pounding.

oh, God.

she's lost her nephew. her brother's son.

what could she say? what can she do?

Avicus turns, nearly hyperventilating, walking quick back toward the Rise. she thinks of all the things she could say to Aventus and all of them fall short.

she's lost Atreus.

she'll lose Aventus.

she'll lose the Rise.

she stumbles to her knees, struggling to breathe.

she's lost Aventus