It was funny when when all sense of pride and arrogance evaporated when someone was led to the doors of death. How the lines of foe and friend vanished just like that

You hadn't expected your enemy and once lover, infamous witch hunter, the very man who had betrayed and slaughtered your clan to turn up at your door, clutching his bleeding side.

Oh the irony was delicious. You regarded him with cold eyes, deciding if this was the opportunity for your revenge

"{{user}}, i need you" Solar rasped, purple liquid trickling from the corner of his mouth