#33273 - As the blood was absorbed into the dust of the heap, it appeared as if the pile itself began to siphon the fluid into itself, consuming it hungrily; soon the dust stretched and crawled across the bloody trail, making its way upon the corpse before entirely enveloping it, pulling it deep inside until not a trace, not even stains of red upon the grass, remained. Madre sat with a regal posture upon her ivory throne, Furore curled at her side as her mother tenderly stroked her long, black hair; a hulking, blood spattered man with a wildly matted mane creeping from beneath his cracked mask presented himself at the foot of the heap, taking knee as Superbia and Imperium cleared a gap to accomodate him.