Hound

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Hound strutted into dimly lit base of operations for the first King.

He sat, speaking to his top clansman.

Hound gave a half-bow. "Your Highness," He mocked.

The first King sat at attention, swiftly dismissing everyone from the room. Hound watch him leave with a blank face.

"Believe me," He started coldly, "I know. I've sunk pretty low. But whatever I've done, you deserved."

"H-"

"Quiet!" The first King shut his mouth.

"They believe you're good, you're...righteous. So, I'm the bad guy," He drawled, sliding his finger against the table as approached the throne, "That's fine. Truly, it not my fault. It's yours, old man."

"My daughter, where is she?"

Hound flashed a fang. "Where do you think? Tell me, how many of your clansmen would stand by you, if they knew what you did to that poor child?"

He stared at the table, his finger drawing a line through the dust in disgust.

The older man swallowed. "She's dead."

Hound looked up at him slowly. "Of course she is," He agreed, "Did you think she'd leave alive?"

"You didn't have to kill her!"

"You didn't have to rape her," Hound retorted calmly, turning his attention back on the dust. "Frankly, I think I did her a favor."

"Tell me," he murmured, "How does this much dust accumulate on such a used surface? It's disgusting. With all your money, surely you could hire someone to dust every few centuries."

"Hound, why are you here?"

The man rubbed his fingers together, ridding it of the dust. Finally, he looked up at the old man.

"I'm here to give you a message. I thought I should deliver it to you in person: I'm going to kill you old man. I'm going to make you bleed all over your little palace," He said softly, almost tenderly.

"When I've killed you, I'm going to set fire to your body, and make smores over it. But before I do, you will finally see me smile."

"When that day comes," He continued, "I hope you've made peace with whatever deity you believe in. Because no matter how many mindless troops, assassins you send after me, I will come for you. After all, they call me Hound for a reason."

He turned on his heel. "Enjoy your last days old man. Because where your going, you won't have any good ones left."