Alan and Tony watched her as she walked out of the house with a wide grin on her face. As soon as she was out of the vicinity, the others woke up from their slumber, Bruce and Regina woke up to find most of the walls of the house covered with blood and bodies of werewolves scattered on the floor around the house, equally with some bodies of witches, “What happened here?” Regina said with her hand on her head obviously still in pain from the sleep spell of the witch and noticing the bodies scattered at every corner. Tony kept staring at Alan hoping he’ll give an answer to the question thrown to him by Regina, but rather he walked out of the house hoping to catch up with Darlia. He ran off into the streets while the others stayed back calling out his name, immediately Bruce saw this some seconds later, he instantly ran out of the house in pursuit of Alan. After covering some distance, Alan stopped when he couldn’t sight his Aunt Darlia anywhere. He stopped in the middle of the stree
“What’s wrong with you?” Ruth asked sensing that the tone of his voice was really low and filled with fear, “Nothing is wrong with me Ruth” He immediately replied, with a stronger voice this time in an attempt to cover up what he had given away before, “I know when you’re lying to me, I know you too well” Ruth replied,There was silence for a while from the other end of the line, which was Alan’s because, he didn’t know what to respond anymore, “If you want to hide it from me then, its fine, why didn’t I see you when I woke up this morning, why did you run off in the middle of the night, leaving your car behind?” She finally asked the question that had been lingering on her mind,Alan paused for a while, trying to figure out the perfect excuse to give to explain himself in this situation “I got a call from home, so I had to rush over” Alan said immediately, “No problem, when are you coming to get the car?” She asked, “I’ll be there later in the day to pick i
Ruth and Alan were alone in the house after Luke and the priest were out of the door, Alan stood up from the table leaving his food which he had barely touched, he moved around in search for his car keys, he walked into the kitchen ignoring Ruth whom he left back at the dining table. The further Alan proceeded into the house, he stumbled into things which provided flashes of the previous night to his memory, he walked into the kitchen, Alan was distracted by all the flashes he was getting trying to remember much from the previous night, “Can we talk?” Ruth voice came from the entrance of the kitchen which brought Alan back to reality, “Talk about?” Alan inquired, “I feel like you’re hiding a lot about yourself from me, don’t you trust me enough to talk to me, remember I’m a therapist” Ruth said to Alan to try to get him to talk to her,Alan felt guilty, because he knew for a fact that there were things he couldn’t tell her but, he wanted to tell her. But he felt he was putti
“How do you know my name? And what do you know about me?” Alan repeated his question after he hadn’t gotten an answer for his question previously, “Would you like a glass of water?” the priest asked Alan, “No! I won’t, answer my question priest” Alan said getting impatient, “I can see your patience is wearing out, well I happen to know a lot about you Alan, more than you think” He finally replied,The priest stood up from his chair and moved over to where Alan was seated across the table, and he sat down on the table right beside him, “How do you know me?” Alan asked once again after the priest had sat down beside him, “Well, I heard your name from my niece, since she’s always talking about you, Alan Gates she would always say, and the name Gate sounded familiar, so I did my research on you through the files of this city, and I stumbled on your family history” The priest replied,Alan looked into his eyes in an attempt to compel him to forget everything he h
Alan stood before his siblings – Bruce, Tony and even Regina who were willing to put him doing by the dagger, “So you’re all willing to turn against me, your own brother, your own flesh and blood all for a stranger who put us in this mess from the beginning” Alan said not hiding the obvious disappointment he felt for his brothers, showing evidently in his voice, “You’re doing the wrong thing, that’s why we are putting you down” Bruce replied, “Well, get ready to get yourselves beaten up over nothing because there’s no stopping me” Alan replied.As Tony heard the words it infuriated him and he launched the attack on Alan bearing the dagger in his palm. Tony jumped on Alan landing three blows on the face of Alan, two which successfully hit him and the last one being stopped by Alan, who caught Tony’s fist before he could lay the last one on him, twisted his fist and threw him across the room.Alan then rushed over to where Tony had landed, picked him up from the floor and
The vision of that dark future lingered in Seraphina's mind like a haunting melody. She could still feel the weight of it pressing down on her, the unsettling certainty that if Constantine's rule went unchecked, it would lead to something far more sinister than she could have ever imagined.As she slowly regained her composure, Seraphina knew that she couldn't keep this revelation to herself. The coven had to be made aware of the potential horrors that lay ahead if they didn't take action. She had a responsibility to her fellow witches, to her friends, and to the future generations who might suffer under Constantine's unchecked power.Determined, Seraphina sought out Elara, the one person she trusted above all others. She found her in her chamber, surrounded by the soft glow of candles. Elara looked up as Seraphina entered, concern etched across her features."Seraphina, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," Elara said, her voice laced with worry.Seraphina took a deep bre
Constantine stood at the center of the grand hall, her voice projecting with an eerie authority that sent shivers down the spines of those gathered. The witches of the coven, some still bearing the fresh scars of the recent turmoil, looked to her with a mix of fear and curiosity."My fellow witches," she began, her tone measured and deliberate. "We gather here today in the wake of a great tragedy. Our beloved elders of the first order have been ruthlessly struck down by the hand of darkness. King Crowell's assassins are responsible for this heinous act."Murmurs rippled through the assembly, a sea of concerned faces turning toward one another, searching for answers in their neighbors' eyes.Constantine continued, her voice unwavering. "But fear not, for justice will be served. I vow to you all that we shall hunt down these assassins and make them pay for their crimes. They thought they could extinguish the light of our coven, but they are gravely mistaken."Isolde, her loyal confidant
King Crowell's face contorted with rage as he paced back and forth in his lavish war room. His generals stood in a rigid line, their faces carefully composed, despite the storm brewing within the monarch."General Dennis!" King Crowell spat out the name like a vile curse. "How could you let this happen? My lands are in chaos, my rule is questioned, and my enemies are reveling in our misfortune!"General Dennis, a tall man with graying hair and a stern countenance, stepped forward and bowed low. "Your Majesty, I deeply regret the recent events. We did not anticipate this level of rebellion. But rest assured, we will quash it swiftly."King Crowell's eyes bore into General Dennis, his fury unabated. "You had best do so, and quickly, or your head will roll just as easily as those traitors'."General Cole, a younger and more energetic officer, spoke up, trying to ease the tension. "Your Majesty, I have a plan to retake the city. With your permission, we can put an end to this rebellion on