Romeo confidently strutted down the grand marble staircase.
He left the paralyzed, violently vibrating shadow assassin completely trapped inside his bedroom.
It was officially time to switch his absolute focus from degenerate pleasure to pure, unadulterated vengeance.
The massive dining hall of the Velvetthunder estate was completely illuminated by floating light crystals.
The entire parasitic family was already comfortably seated around the giant spiritual wood table.
Romeo paused at the bottom of the stairs and casually scanned the room.
His completely forgettable biological father Tony was sitting quietly near the edge.
His venomous stepmother Ballerina sat proudly near the center. Her massive twin peaks rested heavily upon the table surface.
Sitting at the absolute head of the table was the terrifying Grand Patriarch Bertholoma. He looked exactly like an ancient, decaying ghost judging the mortal realm.
Across the table sat Uncle Roland and Aunt Valentina.
