Exiles in Elseworlds

Isaac was not just an employee for the Lehnsherr family, he was family. He had been there through every important event of the last twenty years. He had seen everything but had not breathed any of the secrets that he had been entrusted with in any of that time.

And now he was dismembered on the kitchen steps with the blood covering most of the surroundings still wet and tacky.

The flies would be there soon.

"This will not happen on your watch." It is a threat and statement of fact rolled into one. "The wedding will happen without interruption and without some beast taking more lives." Whatever had killed Isaac had claws. Not even machine guns did this much damage to bodies.

This would need to be cleaned up and the marble replaced before there were guests. No one needed to see the great spreading stains of the life of his friend that had soaked into the stone.

Reaching out a hand he called to the iron and pulled the blood from the stones. Tiny droplets beaded up from the marble and fell upwards like rain that missed the sky until they had dispersed into the air.

He would never be so crass as to threaten the security overtly. But a small demonstration of his powers for a good cause would remind them that it was not only the blood of dead men that could be moved.

"Am I understood?"