Stories in the series "Death Blooms"
# 1: Death Blooms Part 1
Filth, in every color, size, and dress comes through those doors. They pass thresholds of the Guard and proceed down to the dungeons to wallow in their own shit and squalor. I disgust them because they know my legacy; it has been short thus far, but loud. I disdain them for they are unfit to enjoy life. They deserved those damp, odiferous, confining cells from the day they even thought to commit their evils. Now, I'm not sure if they ... [ Read More ]
# 2: Death Blooms Part 2
I've carved the hellish pieces out of wicked men until they begged for death. Certainly, I was meant for this. Had I the ability, I'd catch all of them. I'd go back and get the ones before me and I'd flay the evil from their bodies. I feel just and right in dismantling their bodies and minds. But I do not do it for some bastard god. Saren would be in my chair next if I could put him there. ... [ Read More ]
# 3: Death Blooms Part 3
Betrayed and crestfallen, I turn my vengeance to a broader scope. I have been prodded by vile fingers too often and too much. If I need to die to bring pain to Helena, Jayko, and all the rest, I'll do so gladly. There isn't a person in Makdiar who is free from the taint of evil. I'd cut it all out if I could. Iniquity will die, but it will suffer so very much before I let it. *** Kalen shifted uncomfortably ... [ Read More ]