His days were usually busy and unpredictable. The undead didn’t care about expectations. He didn’t care about them. The only thing he cared about was taken from him a long time ago. Half of his heart ripped straight out of his chest like it was nothing. It hurt every single day. Every single time his gun pointed at another of those vile creatures. They were unpredictable, otherwise they would have stayed dead.
It’s why he thought it so important to build in some stability in his life. Just one moment every day where everything went according to plan. Something he did every day and would for as long he still drew breath.
Lucian had just put on his Senna pajamas and put his gun on the nightstand. Her gun was still in his hand and he lovingly kissed the side. “Thank you for your help today, my darling.” The gun was neatly placed on the pillow next to his and, when he pulled up the blanket, tucked in nice and warm.
“I did some more research on the undead, like I told you yesterday I would. This name came up. A few times in fact. Kalista.” A shiver ran down his spine. “A spirit of vengeance they say she is.”
A yawn escaped his mouth.
“Sure would be easy to use someone like her to get to him.” He mumbled as his eyes slowly drifted shut.
