Shelter under the leaves

Suddenly, Hadeon burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the deserted library with a sinister edge. Mallory stared at him, anxiety beginning to fill her mind.

"Oh, dear. Isn't that troublesome now?" Hadeon murmured as his laughter died away, his eyes locking onto Mallory's with a chilling intensity.

He's going to kill me! Mallory thought, her heart racing. She stammered, "I—I have no plans to kill anyone. I have no reason to kill," and she tried to scoot away from him.

She didn't know why she would ever attempt to kill Hadeon and rid the world of him. No one in their right mind would try to face him, as it was a guaranteed death. Did that mean it was either her or him? The thought weighed heavily on her mind. But the prophecy could be a riddle, couldn't it?

"Are you saying that if you had a reason, you wouldn't mind getting your hands dirty?" Hadeon questioned, his gaze piercing.