Standing a midst the castle hall, the guards were petrified at the sight that befell them. The tension in the air was highly palpable as a girl with hair as dark as night and piercing ruby red eyes, the clothes she wore were covered in someone's blood, and her face glistened from the single drop of blood. There she stood with an unnerving and unwavering sinister grin spread across her face.
In her view was the sight of the king, his body remained charred from severe burning. Amongst his charred body evidence of his throat being slit remained. The girl began laughing at the carnage that laid before her. Her laugh sent chills down my spine, the intimidating aura she radiated was intense and all round terrifying.
All I could do was stare at the distraught scene, my mind raced as I processed the events that transpired before me. But something deep within me had awoken, a tiny spark that contained a tiny wave of relief, happiness and satisfaction. The craving that threatened to consume me if I let it roam free.
The girl jerked her head to face me, a felt another chill run down my spine, her eyes contained subtle hints of euphoria. I felt entranced, as if her very soul was reaching out me. The more I continued to resist her gaze the more I found myself meeting her gaze head on.
"Hey, mage" She called out. Her voice was commanding and yet so casual. I tried to respond or attack, but something was holding me back.
"How would you like to join me?" She asked.