The Crypt King's cold halls echo with betrayal.
He sees it now - all of it; the roads and crossings and turn backs that had brought him to this ending. The signs he had ignored, the ones that had been hidden from him, and the ones he had misinterpreted as a result.

And at the heart of it all, Cressida's mocking smile burned bright.
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Abbadon recoiled, startled fingers tracing the razor fine slices that had shredded the flesh of his cheek nearly to the bone. It had been dumb luck that kept his single remaining eye intact, the rusty copper organ held wide now in shock with realization. Cressida had been waiting for him; this whole time, that golden eyed cur had been waiting, ( Read more... )

“What is this impertinence?!”Had silence not already fallen in the ballroom, Abbadon’s snarl would have brought a quick end to whatever merriment had been in progress. As it was, every demon and spirit currently in the softly glittering room had fallen into startled and bristling silence the moment the four harbingers had stepped through the ( Read more... )