Horace was in shock as he stood in the garden of his manor, his gaze fixated on the night sky.
Several things ran through his mind at that moment as he pondered on his life up until now.
There was a lot he wished for and a lot he would have loved to accomplish but unfortunately, life wasn't always fair.
Because of circumstances, all that was left for him now was death and the mere thought of that frightened him greatly.
Letting out a sigh, he dropped his gaze, instead looking ahead at the patio built at the center of the garden.
It was currently occupied by Damian and Horace's ex-lovers.
The former busied himself with drinking the blood of one of the latter while massaging her breast lightly.
As a soft whimper escaped her lips, her other sisters looked at her with a tinge of jealousy and envy.
It seemed they couldn't wait to offer themselves on a platter to the new supreme ruler of Krobridge.
