"Hahahahaha" I hear a soft, high-pitched laughter echoing through the castle as I'm looking out the window, thinking about what the hell I'm doing with my life.
"Grimm, are you okay?" My clone asks, as it's unusual for me to be so quiet or staring out the window.
"Dirty blood-stained walls, destroyed paintings, overturned and broken tables and chairs, scattered jewelry, ripped and blood-stained sheets from most of the beds," I begin to speak.
"Blood everywhere covering at least 70% of the castle, and several other destroyed locations." My beautiful castle is in ruins.
"..." My clone remains silent, the castle looks like a battleground, everything broken, windows and walls shattered with little handprints in blood.
But the reason for all this mess wasn't a fight, it was Azazel, my 'beloved' daughter, who decided to test my patience. As soon as I went to sleep, she woke up and decided it would be fun to break everything.
