"Mercy?" Anastasia raised her eyebrow. "I don't know."
She was so vague. "Yes Anastasia, you won't show me any mercy?"
"Mercy. It's a strange word Aed Ruad," she said and started circling him. "I begged you for it once. But you shackled my broken wings." She looked at his wings. "Now I have done the same to you—broke your wings." She gave him a sinister smile. It was so different from the sweet, polite, soft smiles she usually gave. It was more of a lethal one. "You hated me. I hate you."
Wisps of black smoke lifted from his pooled blood. They rose up in the air and then disappeared leaving a sanguine smell mixed with copper and tar. He could feel numerous cracks and voids in his body and it felt horrible. "You were so compassionate, Anastasia," he said in a jittery voice. "You are now tainted."
