A God’s Tale
“Besides, you know that I bore easily.”
The psychopathic lord glanced over at the man, impressed that he was still living. Blood continued to ooze from his chest, masking the small games board that Dorian had created. “Hmm, yes I remember. I presume that is how the game started, what information did he have to give?”
Dorian growled lightly, his bare feet coated in the man’s blood. “Scouts are tricky little creatures. More are coming, estimated to arrive before morning. They are searching for a girl, the bastard daughter of Atlas.”
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