Dad Joke
'Father...' If Falcon hadn't been standing right next to Aurelia, he wouldn't even have heard her soft gasp.
Xander Renatus looked terrifying. He was standing over the old shriveled body, the wrinkled hands fisted as if the man had died in pain. Darius Renatus lay at his son's feet, freshly dead, the slash on his throat a gaping hole in the anatomy of his body.
Xander looked possessed. His eyes shone with the wild energy of a crazed psychopath, his lips moistened with the crimson blood that flowed down his chin as he extended his tongue and slurped it up, the liquid disappearing with a satisfying squelch. He hadn't noticed the two of them, nor had he heard the elevator; he was too lost in the murder.