A ghoul pressed his ears to the wood door while another waited behind him. He jumped back when something struck the door.
“She still at it?” the second one asked.
“I think it’s going to be a while.” the first one said. Both of them scrambled out of the hallway when they heard something else break. In the room…
“Impetuous child!” Angelina roared.
“Ungrateful whelp!” she yelled, throwing something else. “Not worth the blood it took to sustain or make her!”
The door opened, and the individual looked at the disarray. “Miss, would you be requiring anything?”
Angelina turned to look. “Arturo.” she said, tucking a stray strand of hair back. “What bring you?”
“Just checking on you Mother. You’ve been raging for a few days now. Should action be taken at this point?” he asked, his tone cautious.
“Yes.” she spat. “Find out what you can about where she’d fled to – then we’ll come down with a vengeance!” she promised.
“All of us?”
“No – Likely I will send you. You are my most gifted and competent child, after all. Find your sister. Bring her home for punishment. If you can’t, do the punishing yourself. I expect you to be severe”
“Yes Mother.” Arturo said, and left the room.