"Hm... Amon said it was here..." Morrigan muttered, her eyes half-closed as she stared at the gothic mansion in front of her—all dark towers, arched windows, and a dead garden that looked like it came straight out of a symphonic metal music video.
She sighed heavily. The kind of sigh that could make flowers wilt. Then she reached out and pressed the doorbell with a single gloved finger.
DING... DOOONG.
Morrigan crossed her arms and tapped her feet on the ground. She was impatient.
"A goddess of death... ringing a doorbell.
Honestly. I'm becoming too human... and it's starting to annoy me."
She waited a few more seconds. Nothing.
DING. DOONG. — again, only with more venom.
Silence answered.
Her eyes narrowed. Irritation sparkled in her irises like lightning about to strike.
"Sapphire... you're messing with me, right?" she muttered, her teeth clenching into a dangerous smile.
And then... she completely lost her patience.
DIDIDI-DING-DIN-DING-DINN-DING-DING-DING!!!
