"So to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence tonight ? ",the man asked genially,a smile playing on his lips and his eyes so full of ominous joy.
He felt as if his legs has been cut out from under him.The sheer ignorant ease of the breath of the voice took his breath away.He felt fierce hot anger well up in him.His lips curled up in revulsion and he exhaled in a hiss.
"I know that my daughter was an unfortunate victim of a confrontation between two groups.I suspect you led one of them.The dead cannot be reborn.I only want my daughter's body.",he forced his voice to be clipped and professional. Emotions had no place here.
The splintering smirk of the man stretched across his lips,nearly tearing his face in half.He gritted his teeth together,resisting the urge to lash out.Silver tipped his head back,a thoughtful expression on his face.""Not possible,I am afraid",he dragged out the word as he tapped on his chin.He did not continue,ignoring Morris' furrowed brows.
"And,why is that,may I ask",he retorted back.
"Do you really want to know",he cheerfully asked,looking like he was having the time of his life.His mouth smelt of liquor which made Morris take a few step backwards. Morris' eyes turned hard, and then there was Silver's darkly amused visage.He looked like all of his Christmases have come together.
"She has been burned to crisp."
He stilled,complete silence...