Elias
I wake up from a strangely deep sleep. I look around. Where am I? I am lying on the steps of the throne room. I want to wipe my face with my hand, but when I lift them, I notice they are covered in blood. It is still dripping warm and fresh from my fingers. Horrified, I jump up and look around. All around me, bodies lie scattered. Some of them badly battered, others even completely torn apart. There is blood everywhere. I recognize some of the bodies. They seem to be prisoners from the dungeon. I have killed them all. Images from last night flash inside me. I still feel the strong urge for revenge and justice. I have never felt this thirst for blood so strongly. Only once have I had such a strong urge, and that was when my father had my mate killed. Did I kill all those people becau
