Damian stood inside the house.
His mind couldn't process what he'd witnessed. He couldn't reconcile the cruelty with anything he'd experienced across two lifetimes.
'All this... Just because commoners refused to become subordinates of Nobles and joined me instead?
Just because people chose to believe in something different? Just because they dared to challenge the established order?
This is the punishment for that choice?'
His eyes fell on the crumpled note still clutched in his hand. He smoothed it out, reading the words again.
"All of this is just a game anyway."
A game.
Forcing a husband to eat his wife alive while both of them were fully conscious and aware. Ensuring they knew exactly what was happening but couldn't stop.
That was a game to whoever wrote this note.
Entertainment and amusement… A way to pass time.
Damian's hands started shaking, the paper crinkling between his fingers.
