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Clive laughs at the screaming woman cowering in the corner of the kitchen. His armor splattered with blood and the red sword Tanetal dripping in one hand and a human heart in his other. The man of the house lay sprawled on the floor his chest a messy cavity.
"I appreciate the invitation to join your family inside where it is warm tonight." "I noticed the Sundren Legion banner displayed outside your home." "You must be so proud of your son a soldier in the army."
The screaming stopped and the woman looked to be going into shock.
"Now, now, don't be going unconscious on me." "You are a weak minded harlot."Clive hisses in disgust.
Clive raises the heart and squeezes out the blood into his mouth until it is dry, then he drops it and raising the other hand licks the blade of his unholy sword clean before inserting it back into the sheath on his belt.
Suddenly, the vampire leaps to catch the woman in his arms as the woman moans and pitches forward.
"Such a pretty thing." murmurs in her ear, then grasping the woman by the hair rips her head off and tosses it to the side. Clive then tilts the body up and drinks from the fountain of blood until the heart stops pumping.
Then turning he makes a fist and presses it against the white interior wall of the room. Nodding in satisfaction at the bloody image of a fist painted on the wall, he then draws some rays bursting forth from the fist.
"Never was much of an artist," he states as he admires the handiwork.
"I am sure they will understand my message."
Then the vampire strides to the open door and out into the night.
"I appreciate the invitation to join your family inside where it is warm tonight." "I noticed the Sundren Legion banner displayed outside your home." "You must be so proud of your son a soldier in the army."
The screaming stopped and the woman looked to be going into shock.
"Now, now, don't be going unconscious on me." "You are a weak minded harlot."Clive hisses in disgust.
Clive raises the heart and squeezes out the blood into his mouth until it is dry, then he drops it and raising the other hand licks the blade of his unholy sword clean before inserting it back into the sheath on his belt.
Suddenly, the vampire leaps to catch the woman in his arms as the woman moans and pitches forward.
"Such a pretty thing." murmurs in her ear, then grasping the woman by the hair rips her head off and tosses it to the side. Clive then tilts the body up and drinks from the fountain of blood until the heart stops pumping.
Then turning he makes a fist and presses it against the white interior wall of the room. Nodding in satisfaction at the bloody image of a fist painted on the wall, he then draws some rays bursting forth from the fist.
"Never was much of an artist," he states as he admires the handiwork.
"I am sure they will understand my message."
Then the vampire strides to the open door and out into the night.