Luciano stepped silently through the forest, making not a single noise. He was sure he remembered where that oak tree was, where he had killed Akbar. It gave him a feeling almost of nostalgia, being back in the area of such a moment. He had achieved another victory that day, and here he was to keep that victory.
Ah, there it was. The grave left unmarked, he alone could distinguish it. It was given away by a root that forked into two, putting half of a border around the hole.
But what could Luciano do to hurt him now? He had no entrance into the world of the dead. He wasn't even sure why he'd run here, he would have thought himself smarter than to make such rash decisions. Luciano smirked at the grave, a thought coming to him.
"Can you hear me? I would doubt you can. But if you are able, just be warned, I will find a way to destroy your sick love. I've done it before, I'll do it again," Luciano whispered, the venom dripping off each syllable. He crouched down, lowering his voice volume even further. "You cannot beat me, corpse bride," He sneered on the last part, hefting himself up.
Walking off, he grinned to himself, thinking, I will find a way. I always do.
oOo Time Skip oOo
Katyusha sat by the fire in the dining room. It was almost dawn. Daniel had gone. . . All she could do was wait. What would happen if Oliver and Frankie could not find their son? Would the wedding be called off? Would Katyusha be forced into another marriage? She bit her lip in worry. Just as she was about to go into another flurry of concern, quiet footsteps sounded behind her.
Luciano sat across from her, only half lit by the fireplace. It was eerie how sharply his eyes glowed, even in the dark. Averting her own eyes, Katyusha tried to ignore his gaze.
"I've made a deal with your siblings," The Italian stated.
Katyusha stiffened, her hands clenching her skirt fabric.
"If our dear Matthew cannot be found, I will be the one to marry you."
She gasped, trying not to show her surprise. Or her terror. She kept quiet, clenching and unclenching her hands.
Luciano chuckled, lifting himself from his seat and walking to the door way.
"I will be seeing you soon, my dear. . ." He breathed.
Katyusha covered her face.
What do I do?
oOo
Arthur rushed through the streets, occasionally tripping on a loose stone. Panting heavily, he scanned the crowds for a head of silver hair.
"Where is that bloody fool?" The blonde swore, furrowing his brow.
"Are you looking for someone, Arthur?" The trademark blank tone signified he had found Akbar, the very person he had been looking for.
"Akbar! I've been looking for you!" He sighed, turning around to face the other.
Said Prussian tilted his head, giving a quiet, "Hmm?"
Arthur pulled a heavy book from his satchel, blowing dust off the cover and flipping through the yellowed pages.
"I have . . . unfortunate news," he mumbled. "It's about your marriage. . ."
A/N: YOU GUYS MUST THINK MY ALL TIME FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD IS TAKING 5EVER TO UPDATE THEN GIVING CRAPPY SHORT CHAPTERS THAT END ON A CLIFF HANGER BY NOW.
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