Chapter 89 Messy Pains

• Asher's POV
• I stared at the map spread out before me, my mind racing with the implications of everything we had just discovered. The stench of death still lingered in the air, mixing with the musty scent of old books. I couldn’t shake the image of the slaughtered animals in the secret passage beneath our father’s room, their bodies piled on top of each other, the stench so foul that even the strongest stomachs were affected. I hadn’t realized just how much darkness had taken root in this place, in this family.
• It was my father. Our father. The one person we thought we could trust, the one person we had looked up to, now revealed to be the architect behind the horrors unfolding around us. The killings of those innocent animals weren’t random. From the books we had found, the rituals... they all pointed to one thing, our father was involved in some kind of dark magic, some sick, twisted attempt to gain power. And we were helpless to stop him.