Most of this will be written from his perspective, since he's the main villain.
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It had been about a week. Maybe less; probably more. His grasp of time had long since flown out the window, and while he knew he should probably have left 'Souls immediately, he had made a promise to her. His lips cracked open into a wickedly sadistic grin at the thought; he would not play nice. He had already taken her innocence and her way of life and thrown it into turmoil, and he knew she would take a while to get back up from the blow. While she was still weak; that's when he had to do it. When she was too shocked to call for assistance from the clan. Andrezej could probably take one coyote in a fight, but definitely not if he was in his Optime form, and it still took him a considerable amount of time to shift.
The Lykoi licked his lips in anticipation and broke from the forest's cover. From there, Inferni members at the borders would spot him, but not everyone had to know who he was. His mohawk stood tall atop his head, and his piercings and tattoo marked him, but he could easily have been any passing traveller. He might as well have been an assassin; that would have been a better idea. To disguise himself completely with herbs and plants and cloaks, and sneak back into Inferni, just to assassinate Gabriel. It was too late for that now.
She, predictably, was sitting in the sand fairly close to the ocean. The appeal of it was impossible for him to detect; Old Inferni's sands had been nice, but these were muddy and dark. An omen, he supposed. Clever. But it was not the sand that captivated his attention and made his hand move quickly to the knife in his pocket; it was the girl. She might have looked like any dog to anyone else, but Andre knew her, and knew her better than anybody had ever known her. He grinned again, stepping forward slowly, deliberately, as if to make her fear and her pain more flavourful to his nose.
And it did. As she spotted him, she turned with a very small smile that disappeared instantly when she recognised him. Her eyes, a beautiful bleeding crimson that she had stolen from her mother (rest she in bloody, hacked up pieces, hopefully), widened with fear, anxiety, and hopelessness, and his smile only widened, his teeth gleaming. Oh, yes, Andre was in it for the pain, and of course he could cause Gabriel no more pain than to slaughter both of his children. He had only picked Talitha first because Ezekiel was nowhere to be found.
Boo, he cackled, holding the knife out so she could see it. I kept my word, didn't I, baby? And she skittered back across the sand, thinking she could get away from him, one of her feet clumsily smashing through the castle she'd been building before she was interrupted. His vivid eyes fixed on the shattered castle, and he let his tongue flow across his lips again, laughing madly. Fitting. Good job, baby. Time to join it.