The past: The Chancey's dramatic end. 

I stalked closer into the large sitting room like a lion about to strangle prey. The man before me had within the last half hour hurled insults and cursed at my name. It was laughable. The things human did as a last resort, knowing even then it was futile. He would die, I will kill him and there was no escaping that fate.

His security were all dead, littering the halls coming in, more splattered here and there ruining the beautiful decorum that once enhanced their home. However, in a matter of moments, this place would be reduced to rubble. Beauty would no longer matter, not the expensive vases or paintings, not the gold studded chair handles or the rubies that lined his finger.

Nothing.

All the carefully handled crafts made in vain and the gifts and tediously tended to gardens will return to ash.

Belle was dead and I was seething with anger, and it won't quell until everything was reduced to nothingness.

"You monster!" Eric Chancey roared pointing a short stubby finger at me. "