Pértrahit In Gehénnam | Barcellona
One of the greatest responsibilities, the deepest of burdens, was the task of taking the lives of those like them when absolutely necessary. It took great strength, discipline, and purpose to bring another into the fire. That was why only the master of the coven had the permission to take the life of a blood drinker. Even though Santino was not the strongest, it lay squarely on his shoulders to bring the members of the offending Spanish coven to judgement.
It was a great task for a greater leader. Only Santino could have pulled off this justified takeover. Barcelona belonged to the Dark Lord. Their city was to be purged of the disbelieving, remade for Santino’s grand vision of a global coven that had the fear of God instilled in mankind. She walked behind him at a proper distance as he called together the sleepy citizens of the city, inciting them with holy rage against the creatures that rejected their purpose. The masses convened upon the heathens’ lair with fire and weapons to cut down those that made it past the inferno. Anyone who escaped was thrown right back in.
It was a massive show of power on Santino’s part, the man concentrating with all his might and skill to guide the mortals in righteous slaughter as his hands. It wasn’t truly the original intention of the rule but Allesandra knew not a single person would think he had broken or bent it too far. She herself was proud to watch his display of leadership from behind, seeing his frame lit up from the raging fire before them.
It was only when he began to waver that she moved from her spot, surging forwards to catch him in her arms before he crumbled to the ground. Allesandra easily got to her knees to rest his head on her shoulder with a hand behind his back to support his body that laid across her lap. Her expression was cool and collected as she brushed his hair back from his face. Head bowed slightly and eyes on the dying fire, she kept watch both over Santino and his crowning achievement.
