A portal tore open—RIP—the fabric of space splitting apart in a shimmering disc of violet energy. Three figures stepped through.
The Clown came first, his painted grin stretched wide, his hands in his pockets. Sebastian followed, his arms crossed, his face twisted with bitter satisfaction. Behind them walked Isabella Vorn—her eyes soulless, her portal closing behind them with a soft HMMM.
The Clown looked down at Kael's broken, bleeding body face-down in the dirt. He tilted his head, giggling. "Oh my, oh my. The little Vorn is taking a nap. How adorable. I thought he'd put up more of a—" His grin widened. "Well, I suppose even monsters need their beauty sleep."
Sebastian stepped forward, looking down at Kael's crumpled form with visible relish. Blood pooled beneath his brother's body—SPREAD—dark and thick. Sebastian's lips curled into a sneer.
