Playing with her emotions

**Author's POV**

Dexter sat on a chair that looked like a throne in an apartment he had conjured up by himself, blood dripping from his hand. He had killed the elders, and he was very proud of what he had done. He felt no remorse or regrets for what he did. They had become an obstacle and he got rid of them. He wanted nothing to foil his plans and was ready to go extreme to accomplish his goals.

He looked at the blood dripping from his hand with an accomplished smile on his face and stood up.

“Elora,” He chuckled as he called her name. He had seen what happened when she saw the note of warning he left on the wall for her. “I had no idea you were this frightened. Now that I know you can't stand the sight of blood, I know exactly what to use against you. Why don't I play with your emotions a little before finishing you off for good, Luna?” He cackled and disappeared, reappearing in the palace.

He made himself invisible so no one would see him and since it was already the dark of night,