"You scumbag, let go of her!" Christopher grumbled as he held the rifle in his hand and directed it towards Gore.

   "I'm sorry, but things aren't going to work out the way you want them to. If you know what is best for your wife, you will show that you are a decent husband by stepping aside and allowing your wife and I to leave this location. I have made a solemn vow to myself that if she moved one inch, I was going to stab her in the back of the neck!" Gore's response to christopher's words consisted of a countenance that was surprisingly calm and was enough to terrify anyone.

            "You wouldn't dream of doing that to your aunt, would you?" Christopher spoke those words in total disbelief.

   He was in a state of pure shock and he couldn't believe what was happening. He considered the likelihood that the report given by the college staff was, in fact, accurate, and he questioned what might have occurred to this his meek nephew that would have caused him to act in such a manner.

   Is that how you feel about it?" The unfeeling young man had a sinister grin in response and then stabbed the middle-aged woman

  "Is that how you feel about it?" After grinning sinisterly in response, Griselder was stabbed on her right lap by Gore, which resulted in a stream of blood pouring out of her body. Because of this, She grunted in pain, but this did little more than make Gore grin at her throughout the process.

  "You bastard!, I'll murder you!" Christopher exploded in rage and attempted to fired his handgun, however before he could do it. Gore quickly retrieving the shot knife and repositioning it so that it was pointing at the  Griselder's neck once again.  

  "Dear uncle, It is already too late to take action at this time!. You had the chance, but you blew it by not doing what was expected of you..." 

  "You are sensible so I believe that I have successfully illustrated my argument, what do you think? If you insist on disobeying me, I will not hesitate for a second before putting a stop to this worthless piece of garbage." Gore spoke in a jovial tone, murmuring one after the other, yet he never once moved his gaze away from the weapon he was holding the entire time he was doing so.

  "Now, my dear uncle, toss me the rifle, and I will let her go, or I swear I will murder her even if it costs me my life!" " Gore said in a stern tone while also putting the knife closer to Griselder's neck, which caused blood to begin dripping from her neck. This action caused griselder's body to stiffen.

 "As if I could put my trust in you!" Christopher let out a loud yell, all he could think of was putting an end to gore.

  "Christopher, hand it over to him as quickly as you can..." Griselda pleaded with her husband as she trembled in horror.  "Please don't make him murder me…..Don't make him kill me." She is quite adamant as she didn't want her life to end.

  Christopher hesitated for a split second as he listened to his wife begging him to stop before dropping his gaze and firing the handgun in the direction of the blood on the floor to vent his anger. 

   All the while, he was  listening to his wife's pleading. No matter how hard he wants to make gore pay, he just couldn't bring himself to do it if it meant his wife's death, so he caved in. It makes no difference how passionately he wants to make gore pay this little display of shitting the gun served as his last protest as well as last resistance.

  Christopher houled the gun at Gore right after shooting the empty floor.

  "Thanks!" Gore snatched the revolthat was in the process of falling and kicked his aunt in the back, which caused her to stumble toward her husband. After that, he swung the rifle around so that it faced the two of them and pointed it.

  "Griselder!" Christopher made a remark as he observed his successful capture of his erratic wife. She was so terrified at this moment that she was virtually shaking in his grasp as she stuttered, "he...a he's monster...he..."

  Just as she was about to continue speaking, she was cut off by the sound of Gore's voice interrupting her. "Please move away from the entrance in order to make room."

 They both followed his directions and nodded their heads in assent to what he said. Gore marched confidently toward the entrance, paying little attention to his relatives as he did so; nevertheless, as soon as he reached it, he quickly spun around to face his family members and hoisted the rifle to his shoulder.

 " please don't kil us!" As she trembled with fright, the scared Griselder clung to her husband, Herder, for dear life.

   "Lionel, don't do this…. Please don't kill us"  Christopher pleaded along with his wife.

  "Okay, don't worry, I won't kill you. You would have an easier time of things if I killed you, but I need you to be in despair! Gore directed the gun at the silent Arnold as he spoke.

  Arnold was instantaneously killed when Gore leveled the weapon at him and shot him in the head before anyone else could raise any concerns. This occurred before his statements had even finished playing out completely in their entirety.

  Arnold had not, the time to scream before having his head entirely blown off by the explosion.

"Arnold!"

"Son!"

   At precisely the same time as Arnold's parents began yelling over their son's demise, Gore left the room. Because he needed to find the aura as quickly as possible before things become too chaotic, he did not bother to waste time on them.

 As he hurriedly got into the automobile, the message that Darckspung had broadcast to the entirety of the planet began to play in his mind. When he heard the contents of the message, which said that everything was precisely as he had expected, his eyes immediately sharpened. 

   The message proved his analysis that the wretches of the ruines realm would not hesitate to swarm into this mortal world and create mayhem.

 While Gore was turning the key in the ignition, he muttered something under his breath. "I urgently need to uncover the aura"