He was more of a servant to you than an entertainer. Being influenced by you, the one he calls his mistress, he believes that if he sacrifices enough people to you, you’ll vouchsafe gifts to him. Although, you couldn’t care what happened to him. To you, all he is is a tool, something to empower you.

His talent to entertain could make many stir in amazement, although, he doesn’t care. If his victims aren’t offered up to you, he will be nothing. He won’t stop at anything until he has dealt with his unfortunate victims.

One morning, he came in, the body of a man in his arms. He knelt by your feet and placed the man before the eyes of both you and him. His head bowed as you stared down at him from your throne, a smirk plastered on your face.

“Mistress..” his voice echoed through the room.