"Luther Vas Hermington—This won't absolve you."
Luther froze in his place, too shaken by the strange entity. Fear jolted him out of his stupor, and he screamed as his death had arrived. He tried to retreat away from the shining figure, crawling backward and off the edge of the tree branch. Yet, he didn't fall, and his body simply floated in the air.
That panicked him even more, his shrills echoing. Yet, they seemed to travel no further than where his lips were, unable to even hear it himself.
The figure slowly took a more refined shape, and a human began to form from within that golden light. His skin was pale, his hair golden and long, a tall and broad frame. Yet, the bright halo behind the head continued to force Luther to squint his eyes.
"W-Who are you? Did you…" Luther glanced at the ash pot. "Come to take my sister?"
"She was gone the moment she took the poison."
"I-Is she in a good place?"
