DAMIEN gazed into the fire, and he was completely enthralled by the bright flames. They are brilliant and beautiful as the majestic sun. Then he stared at his hands; both were daubed in Collins' dirty blood. It was pretty but filthy. The color of crimson red was indeed riveting. But the smell of blood was loathsome.
The Collins Family was not the first to receive this horrible fate. The new duke of Gregory had slaughtered countless people and creatures that he lost count of his victims. However, Damien still remembered his first murder. On the 2nd of August 2016. And somehow this blood in his hand looked exactly the same as her blood. Miss Cecilia Moltenore. Damien closed his eyes and could only manage a scarcely audible sigh. Why must he remember her now?
