Sharpening Of Knives

-Alexis Lycan, 18 Years Old-

Blood is spattered across his chest and caked onto his legs where he had knelt on the ground. It has already begun to dry, clinging to his clothes like a second layer. Though at the moment, Duke Lycan notices none of this.

Standing inside of the guard post and surrounded by his soldiers, he feels only wrath. A great and terrible anger. Each time he blinks his eyes, he sees the dying face of the guard who had saved him. Raven. And with each passing second, he grows even more furious. His soul demands retribution.