Various levels of changes

Proserpina

The day of the wedding dawned. It was a crisp and cool morning.

Lucien had left for the townhouse after a terse goodbye to Rachel.

He had never really cared for Rachel and I was not really surprised when he left. Not that I had not tried to make him attend the wedding that was scheduled for the evening.

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Dusak

He knew that it would take a long time to take his revenge on the man who had blinded him in one eye. But the hate in his mind festered and grew with each day. He kept the photographs of the Delano family in his room and he looked at them religiously, hate eating into him as he stared at them before he drifted off to sleep.

His training had begun. Father Paval had set up meetings with many of Dmitri Rudenko’s former associates who had at first hesitantly, and later, openly come out to join hands with the wicked monk. They were prepared to help Dusak learn the ropes but on many occasions, Paval had had to step in to ensure that Dusak’s obnoxious behaviour did not put