"What have you done?" Henry Porter sagged to his knees, almost mired in despair. He gazed up at the ascending two-headed dragon, almost suffocated by the crimson bloodlust that it emanated. Around him, mercenaries were choking and staggering from the sheer presence of the monster.
"Our Lord!" Liu crowed, spreading both hands as far out as he could. Tears were streaming down his face. "Finally! For us to be blessed to witness your descent into our mundane world…! Come! Sate your hunger on this blasted world! Visit your wrath upon the pitiful souls who fester and corrupt this world with their naïve ideals of peace! Drown this world in blood!"
"Blood for the Blood God!" the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect chorused in unison. I swear, that phrase was getting irritating by now.
The two-headed dragon glanced down upon Liu with both pairs of eyes, disdain evident in those crimson pupils. For a second, Liu held its gaze, his expression rapturous.
