Her laugh didn’t sound human. It didn’t even sound alive.
It was the kind of laugh that split through the marrow, made the floor shake, made your skin crawl with the sense that something ancient and furious had just risen from hell itself.
She walked towards him, hips rolling with the same grace you’d see in a goddess walking into war. She didn’t look mortal anymore.
The rogue tried to crawl away. Pathetic. He scrambled back until his spine slammed into the altar stone, and still he kept shaking his head like he could undo what was coming.
Sera didn’t say a word. She reached for him. Her hand grabbed his jaw, not delicately..not even with anger. It was calm. Cold. Her fingers locked around his face and then she crushed.
Bone cracked under her grip like an eggshell. His mouth fell
