What starts out as another strained, almost silent laugh shifts quickly into a dry, wracking sob, and he tries to pull his leg away from the creature.
"Love," he croaks between heaving breaths. "You love-" You love their blood and their deaths and their dishonor, he thinks bitterly. God of rape and pillage and senseless slaughter. Defiler of the Dead.
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"Love," he croaks between heaving breaths. "You love-" You love their blood and their deaths and their dishonor, he thinks bitterly. God of rape and pillage and senseless slaughter. Defiler of the Dead.