Private Ghosts of the Past

[Daxton Bane]

The smile he offered in return was devoid of mirth or warmth, instead it had the glint of predator that had just been fed. Offering a polite nod of his head to agree, Daxton turned and exited from the room, as soon as he leaves one could feel that they could breathe a little easier.

What possible ripple effects would this have in store of the galaxy, only time will tell now that the deal with the devil was done.

Judah Dashiell