Athan ended it rather quickly as the uproar was alarming enough that he couldn't make a fuss any longer, lest more troubles came his way: be it the patrols in the area or more of his goons.
He stood amongst the fresh pile of corpses, which got themselves drowned with their blood, now cold and limp.
'I feel like I've had my fill. Have humans ever tasted this great?'
The pungent smell was sweet, tingling his taste buds, and he couldn't help but give a lick on the smears of his lips, the lingering taste of the metallic rusts remained.
'I think I wasn't much of a mess...' He leered at his robe, with blood all over him. Which opted him to look around, looking for decent clothing. 'Oh, that would do.'
Upon looking around, there were no signs of imminent danger and made use of the time to move with swiftness.
