Chapter 138: Rodrick
Rodrick clicked his tongue, annoyed he’d been assigned the tedious task.
“Why couldn’t they send somebody else?!” he asked, getting a nod back from Sarin.
Did he feel a little bad his relatives were missing? Sure, he wasn’t that heartless. Still, this was Remior – people died all the time. Especially during these tumultuous years. Their family was in the midst of a damn war for fuck’s sake! Even if the bastards of House Avalon weren’t the ones behind the attack, there were plenty of other suspects. After all, the filthy commoners in their towns hated their guts!
“It’s not that bad Roddy. I’ve been itching for some peasant meat lately.” Bessinda said, licking her lips.
Well, she did have a point. While the owners of the Drain bloodline could technically sustain themselves with beasts and demi-humans, there was just something special about hunting down their kin. Nothing beat tasting a human’s hopelessness as the life left their eyes, their body shrivelling like a dried waterskin.
Of course, they all knew these… strange stirrings were but another side-effect of their blighted bloodline. But fuck if it didn’t feel good giving into the temptation! Besides, who cared about a couple peasants anyway? They already had to regularly cull the stronger ones, so that shit like this didn’t happen as often.
“There it is… finally.” he said once Bogside town came into view.
Entering the decrepit town, the trio pinched their noses, not appreciating the stench of piss and excrement all that much. These damn commoners were hell-bent on turning the place into another swamp!
A few of them scurried to their homes upon seeing their lords strolling along the streets. The sight caused Rodrick to smirk. They could hide all they wanted – three of them would end up sacrificed all the same.