Blood stained the walls and the scent of death was pungent. Ravenuiel bowed his head in agony, letting tears drop from his eyes, he clasped her slightly cold lifeless hand to his chest and screamed in a piercing howl. Dead, dead, his beloved Seritah is dead, killed by an Elyos Death Squad. He picks her body up and walks outside, he proceeds to dig her a grave, sweating and panting he digs whilst remembering when he left her alone and her gentle smile following him as he walked down the road. Laying her beside his dead daughter's grave, first Zelfina, now Seritah. Clinching his fists, he goes back into the Manor, goes down into his cellar grabbing his armaments: two twin daggers, his magicked leather armor, his bow and quiver. He proceeds to turn over his racks of vintage wine letting it flow across the floor and sheds a single tear for his lost loves, then lights a torch and drops it into the wine, letting the flames blaze behind him and walks out of Raven Manor never looking back and a glint of hate and anger and blood-lust in his eyes as he walks onward toward vengeance.
