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A sickening sound of tearing flesh echoed through the surroundings.
Blood splattered on the grave in front of them, and a panicked gurgling sounded as Victor's mouth and lungs were filling up with blood.
He didn't sag down, or try to look at his executioner in a last plea for mercy. Not because he didn't want to, but because Erik kept holding Victor's head as he looked at the man with cold eyes.
Next to him, Alice had her eyes closed. She trembled a little, and a small tear rolled down her cheek.
It was a tear of relief and sorrow.
Relief over getting closure by saying goodbye to a father she had barely known. Relief over having avenged his death, and the death of her adoptive parents. But also sorrow over the fact that this still didn't bring back the biological father she had never had a real conversation with.
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