Lucius S. Drake - Blood Haven

Standing at attention before the altar within the Cathedral of Sacrifice, a loathsome amalgamation of flesh and gore, festering with rot and sin, surrounded me in a nightmarish plague. I started counting the seconds, the minutes, till his arrival. It had been… seven months since we spoke. Seven months since we dined. Seven months since he even glanced at me. 

My fingers clenched as the darkness of this hellscape quivered, the amalgamation of flesh bubbling with puss popped as an image revealed itself. And there he stood. Hair and ashen white, his eyes were calmly poised as if nothing I said or did could garner a reaction. 

"How was it,' Father asked as my fist clenched even tighter. Was that all he had to say? 

"The target was corrupted with some mild resistance."

  Father's brow twitched: " Mild? You had a squad of Halfbloods. There shouldn't have been any issue. What happened."