Shadows of the Past

A Symphony of Revenge

With a deafening scream that echoed through the halls, I crashed through the heavy oak doors of the manor. The thick wood splintered and cracked under my powerful thrust, a testament to the fury that raged within me. My veins pulsed with a savage rage as I charged forward, hell-bent on seeking revenge for all that had been taken from me.

The sharp crack of wood filled the grand foyer as I slammed the door shut behind me, sealing myself in with whatever vile creatures lurked within. "Stay outside," I snarled at my companions, my eyes blazing with a feral intensity that warned them not to follow.

My footsteps thundered across the marble floors, each step like a death knell to those foolish enough to challenge me. With each turn, I left destruction in my wake as curses flew from my wand with deadly accuracy. Rounding a corner, I caught sight of one of Rookwood's henchmen lurking in the shadows. Without hesitation, I flicked my wand and it erupted into brilliant red flames that engulfed the unsuspecting foe.

"You're nothing but a pawn in this game," I hissed as their screams filled the air like a horrifying symphony. Their body writhed in agony until there was nothing left but ash and bones.

Moving from room to room, I left a trail of destruction and death in my wake. The stench of burning flesh mingled with the desperate cries of my enemies as I unleashed curse after curse upon them. Their pleas for mercy only fueled my sadistic pleasure as I revelled in each kill.

"Is this all you've got?" I taunted another one of Rookwood's lackeys, their attempts to strike back feeble and useless against my relentless assault. Each blow was delivered with deadly accuracy, leaving them broken and defeated on their knees.

As I cornered another enemy against a cold stone wall, I raised my wand with malicious intent. "You took everything from me," I spat through gritted teeth before unleashing a barrage of spells that left them screaming in agony.

My mouth was dry with the metallic tang of adrenaline as I unleashed my fury upon my enemies. Each time I landed a blow, it was like a burst of bitter satisfaction.

The symphony of death continued to crescendo around me as I pressed on, my lust for destruction only growing stronger with every kill. "You think you can stop me?" I sneered at a particularly defiant adversary, their desperation only fueling my determination. We clashed in a frenzy of spells and steel, until finally, they fell to the ground in a heap, their body broken and lifeless.

The relentless battle raged on, the once opulent manor now a battlefield strewn with bodies and the scent of blood thick in the air. With each enemy I vanquished, I could feel my power surging, my thirst for violence insatiable. Would this endless slaughter ever be enough to quench the darkness that consumed me?

Silence shrouds the room, broken only by my laboured breathing as I survey the carnage. My eyes dart from one mangled body to the next, making sure no one was left alive. A twisted smile spreads across my face at the sight of destruction before me. The once pristine room is now a gruesome scene of scattered limbs and crushed bones, with layers of ash and charred flesh coating every surface like a macabre painting. I revel in the aftermath, relishing in the power that courses through my veins.

The name echoed through the darkness, a roar of pure fury that reverberated off the stone walls. "CORVUS!" My voice boomed through the cavernous halls, the sound of my own anger fueling my determination to confront him. A creaking staircase groaned in protest, signalling his approach. My wand was at the ready, pulsing with power and anticipation.

And then, he appeared at the top of the stairs, a dark figure silhouetted against the dimly lit entrance. His face bore a look of disapproval as he surveyed the chaos I had caused. "Miss. Black," he said coolly, "you've managed to make quite the mess of my pristine home." His words dripped with disdain, But I would not let his disapproval faze me.