Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24274010-20140622025837/@comment-24530992-20140630164438

Slick puddles of blood lining the stairs stared back at Damien, threatening to make him slip. The male had a deep, scratchy voice.

"Take the parts and move," He ordered.

"Yes, milord." The female responded in a dry, raspy voice. Clanking of bones could be heard as they were placed into the woman's arms.

"I'm going to deal with this man myself..."