The Countess steps closer to Grant. He can see the darkness swirling her in red eyes. Her pale face is splattered with the blood of her enemies, but she seems calm. Almost at peace.
“Grant. If you need to go to her, then you should. I can handle things here.” Temperance assures him.
“I can’t leave you now. We’ve only seen the beginning of this war.” He tells her.
“And I love it.” She says. “It’s thrilling. For hundreds of years I have sat by, watching and waiting. Living among mortals as if I were one of them, only to watch everyone around me perish. Finally, I can move freely and use my powers to their full extent.”
“Temperance. I can’t leave you. I don’t know for sure if Eve is in trouble. I can’t abandon this fight.” Grant looks at the chaos around them.
“I loved someone once an
