"Is this the answer you've chosen... Agaroth?"
Frey vomited the contents of his stomach, feeling warm liquid trickle from the corners of his mouth. Far more of that same liquid was pouring from his chest, where a dark hand had pierced him from behind, burrowing deep into his body until it emerged through the other side.
The one responsible was still standing behind him, his hand buried in the body of the very person he had just betrayed.
"Yes... Frey. This is my answer," Agaroth whispered, his voice barely audible as his hand remained lodged among Frey's organs.
