Felix Romero was dead.
And with the death of a direct family member came chaos.
Everyone seemed to be breaking apart, while even the so called Patriarch of the house was stunned still at the sudden development.
The courtyard turned into cacophony of screams and shouts as the elders started retreating.
Meanwhile the heir... everyone except Dario stood frozen in place as they watched their fathers, their uncles, their protectors dissolve in front of them.
I didn't feel guilt.
I didn't feel regret.
All I felt was hunger.
The hunger of the liquid that was no longer separate from me.
It was in my skin, my bones, my rage and it had ultimately all bled into this one thing, this one command.
Devour.
"NOAH!" Someone screamed. I don't know who. Maybe Dario. Maybe Seraphina. Their voices didn't register.
Their faces didn't matter.
Because the moment I looked at them, the ooze surged forward.
