House of Cards🃏

Do you believe walk on water?

Present
                                      Enzo

"Alaric" I shake the voices off from my mother dying that day her skin burning off slowly that picture remaining in my head while she cried for me and my sister . I let my boots practically clash with the floor , bringing myself to my fathers office. Opening the door while my body ends up giving out, my head feeling like it's on the edge of all headaches.  I can hear the faint deepened voice of my dad my eyes forced open to face my own shadow. "I stare into his dark pupils , my heart wincing at the small smiling creeping on his face.

"Like father like son?" Alaric mutters holding his wrinkled hand out to Enzo who ignores it grunting in slight pain from standing up himself. "I see you have come to be a Man" Enzo only stares at Alaric brushing his tense words away. Alaric places a knife on the floor lightly kicking it to Enzo while his fingernails protrude becoming lengthy like daggers. "So tell me before I have you meet your mother" Alaric grits. "Why betray your family" . Enzo chuckles nodding his head in disbelief. "You killed mom...and all those people for power!" , Enzo picks up the knife ignoring his aching body. "Like you said Like father like son" . chairs are tossed across the room and tables are flipped the wings of the angels sent to hell flow like a windy fall night. Alarics dagger nails slashing the face of his Son. Enzo yells the knife scattering to the corner , both bodies stare in silence , Alaric grips Enzo's left wing the small bone structure hidden from the weakened feathers that struggle to stay on crackle from the pressure of Alarics grip. Enzo's cries desperately , sinking his teeth into his fathers abdomen the skin now tore. His dad shoved him off collapsing unto the ground both bodies fightings for the dagger. Blood spots paint the whitened room body matter spilling from the deep slashes of the dagger. A broken winged young man is repeatedly slashing a now slain Alaric . Enzo drops the knife his eyes never leaving the sight of his dead father. A faint sound in his head that only he can hear becomes more intense , a crowd cheering in the air and Enzo closes his eyes listening in to the sound.

Four years ago
Execution day

The sounds of commotion and yells from the people below while they watch Alaric practically screech into a microphone about his wife who was tied and nailed to a wooden stick. Alaric had forced the witches to burn a witch of their own who happened to be the supposed love of his life , "she endangers you all and my work.." he begins ignoring her pleas and cries. "PLEASE" she screams "our childre-..." she whispers her sentence only truly heard from Enzo and Priscilla themselves who were hiding in the partially large crowd of people using the magic spell their mother taught her, to hear over the commotion. "I must go find Xyla I need to fulfill a request" Enzo starts slightly hesitating. Little does he know Priscilla knows what he is up to but she doesn't follow instead she watches Enzo leave the crowd, there parents not noticing their children are the main event of this catastrophe in front of them.  Enzo's body seems tense as of course he would be tired , if what we wonder...life? His parents constant battles?.. his mother being murdered in front of him?. We won't know for sure what goes on in this mind of this young dark demon who's heart sheds the light of his mothers nature.

Enzo

I stop in my tracks staring at my scraped feet barely feeling the tiny blood spots creeping it's way down my bare walkers. Slightly cackling that my dumb self left my shoes somewhere in the opposite direction of that mess that I never wanted to witness anyways. The eyes in my head looking for any sign of hope , No sights of Xyla yet even though I swear that I mentioned the darkened trees as a sign to meet me...then there it is. My bloodied feet making it's way through the leaves crunching insects with each step I take. "Enzo..." a smile creeps onto my face hiding the emotions piercing my missing heart. "Times not on our side nor my fathers, but just know that I am not the doing of this instead I am the ender of this..."

Enzo shakes his head lowering it to cover his drenched teary face before shoving the crumpled paper into Xyla's hand and walking off before she could utter anything. Enzo turns around once more the ragged clothing embracing the shiny pale skin of his. The tiny amount of light that lights up the boarding school slightly, but in reality it's the fires blazing from afar. "Till we meet again my love". Such words staining Xyla's mind forever.