Childe felt nothing but absolute power. He had brutally beaten Mr. Black. He could hear a voice in his head saying, 'Destroy him. Show no mercy. Destroy him.' He kneeled down beside Mr. Black and with a faint smile on his lips, and he said, "You told me to be careful and take my time, but I don't have any patience to wait. I want Stuart dead. He will die a slow and painful death."
"But Master.....You can't....." Mr. Black groaned. "Madame told me....." he rolled on the ground and breathed heavily, wiping the blood off his face and spitting out disgusting fluids.
Childe interrupts Mr. Black without giving him a chance to finish what he was about to say. He laughed, but even his laughter sounded sarcastic. "Yes, I know what's expected of me. You think I don't know it's forbidden." He looks at Mr. Black with a crazy look in his eye. "The ultimate taboo is killing one of your own." His eyes were cold, with no redeeming touch of humanity in them.
