A soft light illuminated the golden decorations embroidered by hand in the simple green tunic laid out on a slab of white marble. A tunic that had long stopped fitting him long before his immortality started. But it was the only thing that had remained in the end. Jack's mother's smile had brought back the memory of this tunic, which he had long ago sealed in the deepest corner of his lair.
A thousand years meant nothing, when the feeling of a woman's hand passing through his hair was still burned ever so fresh in his skin.
Wuya entered his lair. He knew it before the doors had finished opening. Wuya's angry aura was not something easy to ignore.
He closed the doors of the chamber and went up to see what was the matter with her. She had become more and more of a nuissance as of late.
"What is the matter this time?," he asked, but Wuya refused to look at him.
Then he saw the bloody footprints.
"The matter? That idiot Jack is the matter!," Wuya turned around. She was seething, and had a small trail of blood running down the side of her face.
"Spicer did this to you?"
"One of the Spicers. His mother is even more annoying than him".
"Oh".
And for the first time, Chase could not find anything more to say.