SO SORRY REALLY SHORT CHAPTER I KNOW BUT I NEED TO FIGURE OUT WHERE I AM GONNA GO WITH THIS STORYLINE.
The horseman had heard enough, he released his control on his necromancer and rose from his chair. He watched as the second witness grabbed at the arm of her fellow witness ready to run if he made another step towards her but that was not where he was going. He spun around and made his way out of the dining room and into the hall. He walked down the empty halls of his carriage house and as he walked he replayed what Ichabod had told him over in his mind, he couldn't believe that Katrina would just leave. He wasn't sure how but he found himself in the room that belonged to his beloved Katrina. Even after she had run from Henry after he attempted to bring Moloch into this world at the expense of her life he hadn't dared move a thing waiting and hoping for her return. He slowly made his way over to her bed where he sat on the very edge and for the first time in what felt like an eternity he let a tear fall from his eye.
What was he even doing, he didn't serve Moloch or Henry and it was not his apocalypse to bring and above all else he had lost the only person he cared about, the only reason he had done any of this was for her and now she had run off with some mystery man.
What am i doing?
The question lingered in his mind for hours as he sat silently on the edge of Katrinas bed, deep in thought.
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