Jason rose and, as his master moved on, bowed his head in solemn appreciation of the chance to once again savour the cold embrace of the abyss. He had heard nothing of these 'upstarts', but someone in the castle would, and he relished the opportunity to send just a few more souls to the nothingness of oblivion.
Dragonsbane and Demons Bite hissed at his side and back respectively, eager to spill blood. Jason, his face masked by a visor wrought in infernal flame, lifted his head and made his way to the guard's quarters. A place where he was certain he would find skulls to claim and information to sap from the cleft brain pans of the fortunate cohorts of Lord Valcenz.
His eyes burned red with the prospect of fresh meat as he pounded down the corridor and a guard shrunk away as he approached. Jason grabbed him by the throat and squeezed, choking all of the air from his pathetically human lungs.
"You will find out what you can about a group of rebels seeking to overthrow our Lord. Report to me with what you find and you may yet live to enjoy the honour of dying in battle for our Master."
Jason released his grip and let the man fall, wheezing, to the floor.
"Go."
The guard sprinted away without hesitation as Jason continued his march. By the time he reached the living quarters he expected information to be readily available; but how he wished this would not be the case. He desired violence, and in his eyes there were none who were undeserving.
Purposefully he pounded forwards, the very ground seeming to throb beneath his feet as the blackness of his soul took hold of the environment in which he dwelled. Jason would serve his master once more, and in doing so would move one step closer to the paradise of total chaos.
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