[Music Recommendation: How Villains Are Made ~ Madalene Duke]
"By the power of the blood moon, we call upon the legions of hell to take the life of this mortal and bring to him eternal darkness.
Let the undead grow to fight our battles and bring terror to our enemies' sight."
Younger Kael, kneeling in the center of the black-cloaked witches, listened as they chanted these words. All of them walked around slowly, their eyes moving up and down. The young boy wasn't worried about the witches; his eyes were on the wooden coffins. He wanted to know where his family would be taken. And if nothing else, he wanted to go with them.
"My little sister... she's still alive," Kael whispered, but nobody heard him. The witches were too engrossed in whatever they were doing to stop and listen to the young boy, whose heart was slowly turning darker than the night. Watching his entire family killed in one night for no actual reason, yet these people acted like it was just another day.
