hammer out

Lucian's voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of his barely contained rage. "Well, well... It's not even fun when I lose control like this. I don't like myself when I do... but if I don't let it out, I'm afraid I might...destroy everything in sight."

His hand, still twitching from the violence he had unleashed, rested on Luna's head. The brutal impact had left her motionless, her face pressed into the blood-smeared floor. Whether she was dead or unconscious, it was unclear, but the sight was enough to make the gathered crowd shudder.

Blood splatters dotted Lucian's face, tiny crimson reminders of his fury. He looked deranged, teetering on the edge of madness, his breathing heavy and erratic. His eyes, wild and dark, flicked to the crowd gathered outside the broken doorway, their horrified faces reflecting the sheer brutality of what they had just witnessed.