"Mhm. I saw his head... served to you on a silver platter."
His words were akin to a loud drum buzzing in my ear. What did he say? I had to repeat his words, uttered with nonchalance in my head to make sense out of it.
"It was just a vague foresight of the future, but that's what I saw," He continued while leaning back, studying my expression.
"Do you think I will believe that?" I scoffed under my breath as my eyes sharpened at him.
"Up to you." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Killing Hell is a challenge, but not impossible."
"You will kill him?" My voice was low as I seethed, barely containing the building up anger in me. "And you're telling me, his wife?"
Stefan let out a ridiculing chuckle. "I would kill you, my dear, but not Hell. I will most likely force him into another slumber. There is no fun if he just dies so easily."
