"You beheaded my father and made me behold it! Did you actually think that fear can bring you loyalty?"
Good question, Bryant wished that everyone was as blunt as him. With his flaring dark eyes, he gazed at the man, pulling his head back by the hair.
"Can all of these make you betray us? Do you know what you are for those vampires?"
He neared his head to the man's ears that his brown eyes were full of hatred.
"You are the food." He pulled back and punched him in the face as he wasn't beaten enough. The King wanted this pig to speak, had not mentioned how much decent his feature must be.
The man licked the blood on his lips.
"He will die, like my father. They both will meet in hell."
"Not so sure!" Hux told him, his eyes dropped on the fangs mark on Harold's neck. He smirked.
"You fool! You begged them to make you one, how idiotic your brain works! They never serve a Velatorian! They just want us dead!"
