reborn rage | corvus w. black

"Regulus is dead," he starts, taunting the room with his slow steps.

"It is a loss, yes. But, we have a spare." He chuckles darkly. He stops walking, stopping behind Walburga's chair, gripping her shoulder.

A child sits quietly in the chair next to her, merely 3 years old. The child sits with her head towards her mother, confused and cold.

"She will make up for the loss."