The Warlock stepped out of his study wearing a wide smile on his face. He looked around the empty living room then looked up towards the stairs. He walked towards the stairs and started ascending, taking it one step at a time still wearing a smile.
He had cause to be happy. He had acquired almost all he wanted. Three of the daggers and the book were now in his possession and all that was left was the last dagger and the final sacrifice. He walked casually across the corridor ignoring the painting on the walls as the people in the painting seemed to cower away in fear as he passed, but he paid them no attention. He stopped at the door leading into Martha's room and knocked lightly on the firm wooden door.
“Who is it?” Martha shouted from within.
“It is I, my dear.”
“Go away.”
The Warlo
