Messenger nods. "He will be stopped, on my word." Messenger says, his whispered voice carrying the weight of the final coffin nail being driven home.
Part of him abhorred this life he had been forced into. The bump in the night. The bringer of terror. The last shadow you saw. The flash of steel before you took your last breath. Then he remembered the Harbinger, and remembered true horrors, and he realized duty was simply that, duty. Justice had to be repaid to those deserving. This Enzo was just as much a monster as the Harbinger, and Messenger would see to it that he was there where he drew his last breath.
"My hands. Your will." Messenger said, giving a nod of respect to his King and turning to slip away.
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