Chapter 123
Jake’s POV
I recognize no faces, no known smell to my memories that intermingles with my depraved senses. No blood nearby, surely. I detest the smell of blood, but now can I realise that I detest nothing more than I detest the fake façade that lace everyone in this hall, the act of elegancy from the people around me, the way they talk, from the host of the evening when behind those masks remained a breed of human who thinks better of themselves than any other human species. They see themselves as higher beings which is apparent to the way the display the wealth with their exquisite fittings. Nothing in the world I hate and fear more than that.
Just roses and jasmine and lilac decorating around the corner on some fancy sapphire jaded vase of this beautiful venue, the smell
