Long awaited revenge

As the meeting came to an end, Marcus clenched his fist as his mind raced with thoughts of revenge. His eyes gleamed with a dark aura as he made his way out of the Count of Azazel's castle. He knew that waiting was no longer an option.

Marcus had made up his mind and he would take matters into his own hands, even if it meant risking everything. He made his way deeper into the gardens. The heavy scent of blooming flowers mixed with the cool night air.

He checked making sure no one was following him. Satisfied that he was alone he continued further where the garden grew darker and more secluded. The deeper he went, the more he felt the weight of his decision. But there was no turning back now.

As Marcus reached the secluded spot. He took a deep breath, his voice steady despite the swirling thoughts in his mind.

"Are you there?" he called out into the shadows.