Chapter 82: A Most Suspicious Invitation
My name is Ragnar Vhagar.
And for the first time in my new, un-dead life, I was bringing home a stray.
The trip back to the Crystal Spire was a study in profound, awkward silence.
My elite team, composed of a former hero and a legendary elf, walked with the grim efficiency of seasoned killers.
And trailing about ten feet behind us, trying very hard to look menacing and failing spectacularly, was Kevin.
"So," I said, not breaking my stride. "You sure you don’t want to go back to being Darkness Dracul the Third? It had a certain... brand recognition."
Kevin, the self-proclaimed Prince of Eternal Night and Sorrows, flinched.
His ridiculously oversized scythe was slung over his shoulder, and his velvet curtain cape kept getting caught on stray rocks.
"I think... I think Kevin is fine for now, my Lord," he stammered.
Chloe, my ever-loyal shadow, gave him a look so cold it probably lowered the ambient temperature by five degrees.
She clearly thought he was a waste of perfectly good oxygen, which, to be fair, was an accurate assessment.