((Continuing from Prompt: Nuisance))
Helen couldn’t see the face of the Mantle who had her by the hair and throat, but she could see the leader of this fringe of outlaws. His eyes glittered, oddly red, as he smiled, spreading out his arms as though he was presenting at the menagerie.
“Ah, we require you to move aside, puppets of the faithless crown," He addressed the Seraph, "lest you wish this- Lady’s-” he sneered out the word, casting a glance over Helen like he truly saw her as a piece of trash- “blood upon your feet.”
Helen's stomach churned nauseously at his blatant cruelty.
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