Butter fingers..
Lucians POV Empty… In all sense of the word, it's what I was, my heart; empty, my mind; empty, this house; empty. I had arrived too late, to find an empty house, an empty basement, and an empty angel binding set of shackles. “Oh Revon..” I’d whispered upon seeing them, how thickly her blood coated them, especially the ones that must have restrained her wings. I’d not seen such a set of shackles for a millennia, if ever. Not so heavily binding at least, whomever had seeked to hold her, had not underestimated her strength, they must have know she was no simple angel. I’d turned the house upside down looking for clues, but had found nothing. So had returned to the basement, staring at the blood soaked scene before me. I could not track her, for whomever retrieved her from this place
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