Re: Gotham: Zatanna, Louis, Eddie
"No," Zatanna's voice bounced off cold stone and burnished metal, the flame burning in the far corner of the cellar where Louis had been kept locked away. It was anguish, it was pain, betrayal and it was a portrait painted with the drip-drip-drip of blood that ran red with all the visceral will Zatanna had to make it so.
There was a pulse-beat, a quickening of anxiety that ran molten as metal. The blood dripped over stone, the walls of the binding wavered kissing-close to a bargain struck in salt. "Edward, you will regret it. You cannot do this." The drone whirred, the aghast surprise was writ in ashen face, in eyes blackened-dark as grave dirt, as magic.
"You cannot have him," she addressed the man beyond the binding, the flat gold of his eyes impenetrable, inhuman.