Albert crawled towards a darkness so thick he didn't know if it had ever seen the light. He went for an exposed dungeon core.
Towards his salvation.
There was no place for light in his world. There was no place for weakness.
Albert learned that lesson when Bartolomeo first hit him. He had learned it under Wrath once more.
Amos was dancing even as Albert called out his name in the dance.
Begged for mercy.
Amos was free now. Albert couldn't forgive.
Wrath was still alive. Albert couldn't forgive.
Valentius had run. Leaving him behind.
Albert couldn't forgive!
"I want a contract!" Albert spat blood on the ground. His teeth were chattering from the cold, which was merciless and a sign of a Grim Reaper near him.
"And you go away!" Albert yelled, his eyes locked on the dark shadow walking behind him.
The shadow made another step closer.
"I said, get away!" Albert began to crawl faster. The core wasn't responding. The Grim Reaper was still walking behind him.
