Villain Like Me
In the late morning, Govad flew to Farallon with incredible speed on his red wings. The furrowed brows on his face betrayed the apprehension as he flew through the continent. He was tired, but he did not dare stop for a break before seeing Ariel.
Although his gift of sensing emotions was in its infancy, he could feel the deep grief permeating the air. He could sense a blanket of mourning, and he was worried it had something to do with Ariel. She sounded upset on the phone, and an upset creature of power was never good news.
He hoped he was not too late.
When he arrived at the agreed meeting place, his face fell even as he descended to the ground outside the café. His speed was not enough, or perhaps, there was never a chance of stopping the tragedy before him.
He was too late.
He could smell the reek of blood.
It was cloying.
His feet felt like lead as he walked to the ornate door.