She did as commanded, and for that he savored every letter written on the wall. His work here was done. She'd succumb to her wounds. Either tonight, or some night when the spirit and guilt became too much for her to endure.
"Your only true relief will be found in death. I will not give you this peace. Take it for yourself, or suffer with the madness that resides inside you."
His words were cold and detached. His gaze hard and unforgiving. "A child killer queen. Your subjects are so lucky to have you. How many more will die before you end your reign of terror?"
With that, he was gone. He never heard her response. He didn't linger to savor more tears, more blood, more guilt and pain. He didn't hear her boyfriend arrive, scream and then rush to get her to help. It didn't matter. They would all realize he didn't make idle threats, and one didn't need to be corporeal to inflict justice on the wicked.
It would be Colleens turn soon, and he could not wait to bring that bitch down to the pit where she deserved to spend eternity.