Three children had gone missing… no—three children had been found dead.
They had died in the most gruesome ways possible. The first was the young girl—she had died by a thousand cuts.
The second was a young boy—he had been burned and charred, intentionally left with most of his body remaining except all burnt.
He was alive, but he was better off dead… his eyes had melted, still open, trapped in perpetual fullness, as if only his body was alive but his soul was gone.
The healers had declared him dead, even though his mother refused to let him go—because his heart was still beating and his lungs still heaving.
He died on the second day. His mother's mournful cry had echoed through the village… she swore she had seen Damon teleport out of the room when her son burned.
The third child… was in a room with her sister. Her head had been twisted off, blood spraying across the walls and ceiling—dyeing everything in red, even her sister, who had witnessed the horror.
