"No. Why now?" Zadkiel whispered, as he beheld the army slowly surrounding his city's walls; feeling as though the Gods have well and truly forsaken him.
'Why must I suffer like this? Am I not a descendent of yours as well? Am I truly so unworthy in your eyes that you must mock like this? You already refused me the gift of your divine blood that should've been mine, but am I also unworthy of even a pitying charity? Why must you spurn me so, revered forefather? Why honoured ancestor?! Please! Just answer me this!' He pleadingly questioned his venerable progenitor in his mind, beseeching him in hopeless desperation.
"My King! What... What do we do?!" The old butler came screaming to his side, but Zadkiel did not budge from his catatonic state, continuing to stare blankly at the wolves gathering at his door.
"MY KING!!!" The old butler shouted again, but to no avail, Zadkiel did even flinch.
