For the Love of Evil
Sweat trickled down the old man’s brow. With concealed knife he wove through the crowded ballroom towards the dark sorceress. Her wickedness would end tonight.
But memories flooded his thoughts, of holding her close, tight, loving. How had he failed her? He faltered and fell back towards the exit.
A word halted his retreat: “Father.” He faced his daughter, his once beautiful princess, the dark sorceress. Consumed by corruption, her knife did not falter.
Sweat trickled down the old man’s brow. With concealed knife he wove through the crowded ballroom towards the dark sorceress. Her wickedness would end tonight.
But memories flooded his thoughts, of holding her close, tight, loving. How had he failed her? He faltered and fell back towards the exit.
A word halted his retreat: “Father.” He faced his daughter, his once beautiful princess, the dark sorceress. Consumed by corruption, her knife did not falter.