Vaughn's P.O.V.
The man that walked out of the dark was no friend nor foe. He was just...a man.
"You have failed. You deserve to die." The man said, his deep voice taunting me.
"I'm not dead, yet." I replied.
"You're dead to me." The man spat.
"I'm still of use." I responded.
"Good bye, Vaughn. You're of no use. I hope you go to Tartarus." The man disappeared, leaving me alone, bleeding on the floor in the cellar.
Then, I remembered I was no ordinary human being. Heck, I wasn't a human at all! With the last ounce of strength I had, I turned into a black crow, and flew out of the cellar, into the museum, and out into the night sky.
So much for being "of no use". I could still redeem myself. Or I could bask in the glory when I triumph. But, first, before I did anything, I needed to get help. Immediately. I would definitely be "of no use" if I were dead.
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