In Nadur, Gozo

"Are you ready? I'm sorry to cause you pain, but the old stubborn lady here does not want to believe us that you are Immortal " Gregory shrugged. "Dont worry its ok, I suppose we cannot blame her under the circumstances." Mikiel raised the big knife, the blade flashed in the dark room. Iras muffled noises could still be heard and her eyes were wide open in shock. She was forced to watch someone being murdered, crazy psychopaths had broken into her home and would probably kill her too sooner or later. Gregory stood in the middle of the room his chest bare, apparently ready to die. She watched in horror as the blade shot down and sank deep into the boy's chest. The boy fell to the ground where he remained motionless. Mikiel looked satisfied at the bloody knife and went into the kitchen, where he rinsed the knife with water. "Anybody for coffee?" He said as if nothing had happened.