He had been cocky, way too overconfident thinking he was invincible as he snapped the neck of those COS agents; knowing he needed to protect his team and not worry about himself because, well, what could they could kill him with anyway?
But then he felt it. A pain in his chest like no other. He looked down and saw the stake buried in his chest. The COS agent’s face had a smirk that Marcel quickly erased as he violently took a bite off his neck, tearing the skin apart and letting the blood fall in a waterfall as the agent fell on the ground.
That was it. This was the end.
Marcel fell to his knees and took one last look at the beach, wishing he could be back in the French Quarter. His home. His kingdom.