Lamento looked up when Rell began talking again. He somewhat ignored the chat between Carlos and the unnamed boy. He was too irritated and tired and worried to really pay attention anyways. Sure, it was interesting… a black angel. Yeah, maybe he’d get intrigued about it later. But for now he just wanted to flop over and pass out and hope all his worries went away. Lamento tapped Rell’s shoulder, trying to get his attention. “You should really stop talking…” he said. At this rate, Rell would probably have a sore throat for the next few days. And that wouldn’t be pleasant.
His attention was caught by Carlos suddenly standing up, followed by the sounds of a blood bath bellow. His eyes widened, realizing that the priests were in danger. He pulled himself up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and running for the door. He didn’t stop for a moment, skidding for a sharp turn and running down the hall. He came to the stair well and hopped over the edge to the first floor, landing at the bottom. He grimaced at the pain that shot through his leg, staggering when he stood up. But he didn’t stop, shoving open the doors and running to the main hall where he had heard the screams emitting from. He pushed open the last door and his eyes widened at the sight of priests on the ground dead. He put a hand to his mouth before anger boiled over. His eyes turning completely white as he balled his hands into tight fists. His nails digging into his palms as his eyes glared at the person responsible…
