The Uncovering of Hell - Part 2

"Not level enough, it would seem," Oliver said. "I still managed to go for your throat."

"….I do not mind it so much," Blackthorn said. "I wonder if I ought to say more in the future."

Oliver snorted, and shrugged off her touch. "Come. Our shift is done, we are in the way here."

It was another handful of days that they were made to wait for the announcement of their campaign's future. That time was spent finishing the digging of their holes. And then it was spent staring at their holes, like some unintentional act of contemplation.

The murmurs had travelled throughout the ranks of Stormfront men as quickly as a foreign disease. They were all infected by the same conclusion. They knew what those holes were to be used for – to bury those Verna bodies in.

Some of them seemed to see those Verna prisoners as dead already. When they looked at them, they looked past them. Their eyes to the future. Their plans no longer had a place for the already damned.