Warning: Some scenes may be disturbing!!
DRUSUS' POV
I pull the cloak tighter around my head and hurry along the darkening streets of Demonia. It was already night time and most demonis had already settled in for the night. I had been taking twists and turns to lose any one who was trailing me. I wasn't even sure anyone was following me but I had to be careful. If I was caught, I'll be killed for treason.
Looking behind me once more, I duck into an alley and enter into the crowded tavern which I owned.
This existence of this place was illegal. The air was heavy with the smell of opium and the sweet scream of the tortured filled my ears. A human was manacled to the wall by his wrists, beneath him was a bowl which collected the blood that dripped from his slit wrists and ankles.I smile
