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The woman took in a deep breath, “Oh your misery is delightful. Think of it, oh child, that through your actions your entire village and people shall be killed upon my whim.”
Lucianslowly inched his way back as she started to advance upon him. Her eyes focused upon him with sinister intent upon them.
“Now I wonder how your blood tastes? Oh with such spiritual fervor you must have delicious veins.” She announced while waving her hand to the side, “For a peasant you have a nice face, I would not mind keeping you around.”
She took a few steps forward. Lucian could feel it, the pressure that he was feeling coming from none other than the woman who was walking towards him. He could see the enslavement that his future entailed. To become a pot of blood for the Vampire to sucker out of until his death finally came.
If she ever allowed him to die.
It was when she was just a leap away that she stopped and the demon’s eyes widened. Her undead muscles flexed and in an instant she was several yards away from her position. Lucian could not understand what was happening, only that standing before him was the elder donkey that his family kept.
How it was here Lucian did not know. Only that he could barely make out the gray and white pelt of the ass while the demon looked upon them with anger and fear.
“Damn the Gods.” She spoke at last as she soon gave a mighty laugh that held a tinge of fear, “I have enough blood already, anyways.” She said as one of the beasts brought the child Tatina to the hands of the Vampire.
Lucian watched as the vampire bit into the neck of the child who was only five summers old with joy, “Know this, Peasant, that I shall have your head if ever we meet again. When the time comes I shall make sure your beast is not with you.”
With a jerk of her jaws the woman decapitated the child and threw her upon the ground.
Lucian stared into the eyes of the fallen for his final moments before darkness took him.
>Loneliness
>The Shroud.
>A Knight
