Lord De Gravee
@MonsieurShade
The lord was quite amused with the wendigo going wild on fresh human flesh, he was feeding off just watching the beast losing his humanity. The lord cleaned off a few blood that splattered on his dark vest and shoes. "Easy now friend, you have all the spleens and meat to stuff your hunger, wash up in the shower over there when you done, don't want the others getting any ideas.
The Lord got up and went to check on the delivery pad hung by the fridge chamber's door, "hmm, we will run out of human meat by next week, we need more." He put the pad back and walked out, staring into the boxes and dug holes, muffled screams were heard below the holes. "Eager meat."
The Lord then walked up the winding staircase and into the Lobby, where a ghost sneakily whispered, "Milord, Snazzy is here. He been tending the bar."
"Snazzy? did we invite him?"
"No milord, you specifically asked the drafting birds not to write him a letter this year."
"Satan's beard... And the countess? Have she made contact with the reaper?"
The ghost pointed at the bar.
"Damn." The lord sighed and avoided the bar, Snazzy was still sitting, trying to cry with the help of Like. The lord went out to the pool, under the full moon, his hands on the railing overlooking the valley and sea beyond. Faint lights in the horizon, it was the little town of Selica.