Kyra struggled with Davion as he chained her hands down to a sacrificial altar.
"Davion I'll make you pay for this!" She said angrily.
'Why fight it?! " He asked. "We are one and the same. The darkened in us yearning to be made whole. Tormented by pain and suffering for years."
"I've gone through some stuff but I never pulled a 360° and decided to become a psychotic murderer ." Kyra retorted. 'Why are you even doing this?!"
Davion walked towards a plain sheet . Pulling it down revealed a lady who was all too familiar. Encased in a glass coffin was a beautiful woman who had the face of a goddess. Her Enchanting gaze even in death struck Kyra and her curly unbound tresses which teased her forehead.
But what was uncanny was that she looked too alive to be dead.
"My Dear , Most Cheri
