Chapter 146: Monstrously Sadistic
Prince Ricard could smell the blood and hear the screams even before he reached the infirmary. He strolled there, the booming sound of falling structures and pleas for mercy ringing down the hallways like wedding bells in his ears.
He let out a low whistle, his eyes shimmering with sadistic bloodlust as he deeply breathed in the metallic scent that lingered in the air. It was an intoxicating smell, and his veins throbbed with desire, his fingers flexing and unflexing themselves as magic gathered and faded at his fingertips.
"Do you smell that, dear brother?" he asked. He let out a low whistle. "It seems like Duke Elsher has been busy."
Raziel merely frowned, wrinkling his nose as he stared at his brother with unhidden disgust.
"You are sick."
"Oh, Raziel," Ricard said, laughing a little too merrily against the cacophony of screams in the background. "You merely do not understand the joy of blood. It is unfortunate that you are a healer, not a fighter. I imagine you would be even more monstrous than me."
"That will be difficult to beat," Raziel calmly replied.
"It will not," Ricard said, his grin stretching. "What will be truly difficult to beat is the monstrosity of our little brother. It is a shame that he is hiding it, rotting away in that little old cell he is currently in. Though..." he tapped his chin, "I suppose it must be rather spacious, seeing as to how almost half of Orion’s soldiers have fallen in the church."
Raziel merely looked ahead as Ricard chuckled at his own comment. Even without Raziel entertaining his silly little notions, Ricard was thoroughly amused by his own thoughts. There was even a little skip in his step as they continued down the hallway, and when they arrived, Ricard sighed in delight.