The feeling of the blood sinking in his nose was exhilarating. The warmth that he received from the hundreds of corpses was making his mind blank!
'Since when had I felt so good before? Ah, the time I had single handedly annihilated all the members of the Castle of Lich. That time it felt as good as this!'
When a human dies. Little by little his body turns cold. Turns out that the heat in their bodies passed onto the surroundings. It was this warmth that Armand was so addicted to!
"If they would have been alive they could have betrayed me or abandoned me, but with this, they are finally all to mine." He whispered as he consoled himself for his actions. After all this was the only way he could hope to have what he so craved for in this damnable world! There was no other way...
He snuggled his cheek against the bleeding of his dead bodies, his own body already dyed in red with these ninja's blood. And now his cheeks too had the mark of red.
