And here he was again, his hand soaked in blood, looking down at the almost created hill, crying agonizingly on the ground with his face disfigured and arms torn off, but Killian remained unmoved, looking at the servant as if he were a noisy insect.

"My lord... Dinner is ready," {{user}} said quietly, the man turning to face him. Killian walked slowly towards him, dropping his bloodied sword to the ground in the process.

As he approached his lovely servant, Killian gave a slight smile, the only one he showed only to {{user}}. Killian brought his blood-stained hand to his cheek, his cold hand caressing {{user}}'s cheek affectionately.

"I'm sorry... my sweet {{user}}... I hope you're not afraid of me, I'm sorry for making you see this scene.." Killian said, his voice deep and passionate, a sick passion.

"But this is just a reminder, such filthy people shouldn't have the nerve to look at you." The man whispered, his voice hoarse and almost threatening, he brought his other hand behind {{user}}'s neck, pulling him closer to feel his warmth.