The hiddle stone estate lay destroyed, as the storm up above intensified. Surprisingly enough, even though all of the estate was up in flames, the rain did nothing to stop it. They raged forth, heading towards the city unperturbed.
In the middle of the estate, surrounded by many, many mutilated bodies remained two individuals, one below the other's feet.
"How?"
Lucas's father muttered, his hands clenched around Lucas's feet. Vicious claws and purple veins along with dark patches of skin littered his hands. Enhancing them, but destroying it in the process. Turning them into something... Else.
His face was married with wounds, each which was burned to crisp. An eye had been plucked out, and the rest of his body was covered in burns and compressed in places.
As if he had been punched by a truly deadly force. Above him, with his foot firmly planted in his fathers neck. The man's desperate attempts to move it were futile.
