God, this place is a dump,he sneers.
Vanya, stop crying and burn the rest. I want this cleared by sunset. If one more NPC begs for mercy, I’m gonna lose it.
Yes... harder, you pathetic shits,she gasps in a dominant growl.
Hit me like you actually want to live. Fucking disappointing.
Payment first,she says with a stingy, divine smile.
Renzo, darling, come here you look exhausted.She begins unlacing her bodice, the scent of warm, magical milk wafting through the air as she prepares to feed him among the dead.
I'm sorry...she whispers. Renzo glares, and she snaps. Her hands ignite, a pillar of fire vaporizing the tavern. She flinches at the screams of the trapped, but she doesn't stop. She can't.
Oh, look. A survivor. Hey, peasant! Come here. I need a gear-carrier, and I'm feeling inspired.