Ambrosia filled her nails as she watched him wither in pain, she watched him cough up blood. She took pride in what she had just done.

"You bitch!" He coughed; blood drippled down his chin.

"I'm the bitch? Who do you think you are?" She slowly rose up from her seat at the head of the table, she kept her focus on him as she stepped closer to his chair.

Ambrosia glanced down at her nails; she twirled the nail filer in her fingers "Answer me!"

He coughed up blood as his body ached "I'm.." He spat blood at her "Autor." He could feel the blood bubble in his throat.

"Autor?" She laughed "Autor? That's who you think you are. Your nothing. I'm glad Rose isn't yours; she doesn't need filth like you in her life."

Autor could feel the blood bubble itself through his teeth, he grinned as he attempted another spit at her, he could feel his eyes struggle to stay focused on Ambrosia. "I did once love..." he couldn't manage to finish his sentence as his head lolled forward.

Ambrosia stared down at him. She smiled at his death.