La vie en rose 🌹{broncoselvaggio}
The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction - William Blake
He had to admit it was careless of him to let his guard down. It only took a second, nothing more and nothing less for him to realize the burning pain across the left side of his face and that the sudden darkness wasn’t due to a physical blow. It was not damage upon impact... It was an impure flame, twisted and dark power in liquid form mixed with sulfuric acid thrown at him. It was low, even for the Segugio famiglia to attack the man that spared their sorry lives a second earlier with that. Alaude could easily destroy their entire organisation within the day, but he spared their lives and let his guard down because they were weak.
The acid mixed in with that corrupted flame of shadow nature caused his skin and flesh to burn. He could smell it... burnt flesh, chemicals... and destruction.
Alaude pressed himself against the red bricked wall quickly after the glass vial exploded against his face and covered the twisted half of his features with a gloved hand, the silvery cuffs spread from his ring to surround whomever remained at the crime scene to prevent the cowards from leaving. He pulled out the Vongola signal flare to send that distress signal and that was the last thing he remembered before passing out in pain.
It was a far worse pain than he had experienced before, worse than walking 10 miles through the desert with broken ribs and bullet wounds, worse than his first stitches in battlefield that he performed on himself... it was burn mixed with itchy pain, poison throbbing from his face and his eyes to the rest of his body. He could hear people talk and discuss his condition from the bed he was laid on. He knew exactly where he was, back in the mansion in his private chambers. If he wasn’t too tired to speak he would tell them all to leave and stop crowding around him. He could hear faint muttering as he passed out for the second time:
“... unclear what caused this...”
“We need to investigate....”
“... might never fully recover...”