Red! Everything around was red except for the mirror that was placed at a focal point in the room.
Sitting before it was the Queen, covered in the deepest shade of red. Her hair hung loosely from her back. At that moment, she had no purity that was associated with Angels.
Rather, black smoke surrounded her. The room was chilly from the dark aura emitting from the woman. An evil smile stretched out on her lips.
Her eyes were crazed with killing intent as she glared at the object in her hand. The soul fragment.
While it wasn't considered anything special to others, it was a huge step towards her success. Hence, she thought it would be fulfilling to have a ritual as she crushed his soul to nothingness.
Little did she know that the soul in her possession wasn't the one she needed. With the protective layer holding it in place, her hand roamed around it in search of something.