Reader has died
ââŠ..has died.â finish it in my ask.
Thaddaeus, for all his once-cowardice, wasa creature of abject strength. His was a ragelike ice that burned in his eyes, and his WRATHwould fall. His grief, in an open shower of theHeavens would fall later. Only anger would behis accomplice now; only vengeance his swordand justice his shield.
He swallowed a breath as though to digestthe news, and from his seat rose the Archangel.He strode decidedly, precisely, reaching abovethe mantlepiece of the lit fire to prize a large,golden spear from its pride of place. It visiblyshook in his hands; the prayer amuletshaphazardly coiled around it on threadsjangled.
This would not go unpunished. He was goingto find the bastard who DARED to pry fromthe friend most dearest his life. Thus hecalled out under the blind and angeredpresumption that another was still there,and he moved swiftly from his place ofcomfort and along the corridors of theplace he called home.
âSiren ! Iâm going out. Watch the Libraryfor me, mate. I have some business toattend to.
And after that business was attended to,he would weep for what was LOST, andwhat would never come again.
