Cursed Prophecy

Zaroth, while being cold and often appearing like an emotionless individual, didn't enjoyed watching people in pain, especially people that had not wronged him.

So, not wishing to see the rest, he turned his back on the gruesome scene and left.

'I guess it kind of makes sense that the masses don't like people who have made a deal with a demon,' he was lost in thought as he walked.

'It may be beneficial to learn more about demons, and specifically vampires, since I've made a deal with one.'

Deciding that the first thing he would do after getting some free time was to go to the library and pick some books on the matter, he went home and prepared dinner for himself.

"Can I eat, too?" Luna sat across from him, eyeing the food he had made.

Zaroth raised an eyebrow. "Do you have to?"

"No, not really. I just want to taste the things you cook."

With a sigh, Zaroth prepared two dishes and had a peaceful dinner with his dragon.