Horam’s body trembled as he struggled to breathe, his eyes darting in panic. Who was Horam? A mber of the Poison Sigil!
Their order was the most powerful and feared among all the orders because of their deadly poisons. Their order was infamous throughout the entire Great Western Desert and even the land beyond that.
Anyone who heard that na would tremble in fear!
But now...
Damon’s grip tightened ever so slightly, just enough to make Horam’s bones creak. "If you don’t talk," he whispered, voice low and icy, "you’ll find that death isn’t nearly as quick as you’re hoping for."
Those are my lines, damn it! Horam scread inwardly. "You... want... the others?" He rasped. "Fine, I will call everybody here! The entire order will be here within a minute!" His eyes shone with righteous fury as if Damon had wronged him gravely.
"You... you have no idea what you’ve done!" he wheezed. "You think killing will end this? Once they know a foreign bloodsucker trespassed on the Dune of Graves-"
"Let stop you right there." Damon smiled. "I am not planning to kill you. Just looking for a way to join your order? What do you guys think about a newcor like ?"
Horam froze mid-sentence, his mouth hanging open. For a few seconds, he simply blinked at Damon, unable to tell whether the vampire was being serious or mocking him. "W-What?" he croaked. "Join? Join?!"
His mind couldn’t even process it. No one asked to join the Venom Sigil like this. Their mbers were mostly recruited or trained from a very young age.
Horam gaped at him like he’d gone mad. "You... think you can just join the Venom Sigil?! We’re not a tavern guild, you lunatic! We-"
"Are poisoning yourselves in circles while playing with sand," Damon interrupted. "I can also do that. What is the big deal?"
Horam swallowed hard. Every instinct told him this bloodsucker wasn’t bluffing. "You.. You’re insane," he muttered, stepping back slowly. "Even if... even if you could reach our Sanctum, the High Venomist would..."
Damon cut him off again, smirking as the miasma coiled tighter around his fra like a royal mantle. "Then lead the way," he said, his voice smooth and commanding. "Let’s see if your High Venomist can resist a little... persuasion."
Horam stared into those crimson eyes and, for the first ti in his life, the master of poisons felt the icy weight of helplessness. He did not speak anymore and silently took Damon down the spiraling staircase and into their base.
"Leave the door open." Damon smiled, and Horam only looked at him blankly in response. For so reason, the words didn’t surprise him at all. "Sure, why not?" The poison master dully nodded and complied. What else was he supposed to do when soone dared to co into their base and order them around like this?
As the two descended, the air thickened with a heavy, venomous humidity. Damon inhaled a big breath and smiled widely. "I love the work atmosphere."
Horam turned, his face twitching. This monster was probably the only one who would say sothing like this. "Ah, thank you." He simply accepted the complint. What else was he supposed to do?
The two of them walked into a huge hall where several chairs were placed, each with its own unique design. One had a spider the, one had a scorpion the, one had a snake the, one had so sort of herb, and so on.
"Neat." Damon nodded in approval. He did not bother to look around and walked directly over to the throne and sat on top of it. His gaze then flicked around with quiet intrigue. "So this is the heart of the infamous Venom Sigil," he murmured. "It’s... charming." He smiled.
Horam was once again left speechless. He stared at him in complete shock, unable to believe what he was seeing. He just wanted to know one thing. Did this person co here to pick a fight or not? Did he co here to join the Venom Sigil or rule over it?
"How long do I have to wait?" Damon continued to look around and casually asked.
Horam winced and apologized. "Sorry, sorry. They should be here any ti now." Wait, why was he apologizing?! Isn’t everyone else coming here to slaughter this maniac? What sort of a situation was this?!
"Hmmm... Its taking too long." Damon frowned. He then suddenly smiled and started sniffing in a specific direction. "You guys seem to be hoarding so good stuff there?" Without waiting for Horam to answer him, he shot forward in that direction.
"What?" Horam blinked in confusion as he too shot forward in the sa direction. But when he arrived, he froze in shock. "What in the na of..." The sight in front of him was sothing that would probably give him nightmares for days to co.
Damon was currently standing in their beast hall where the order grood all sorts of poisonous beasts. These were not normal poisonous beasts. They were successful results of various nefarious experints and every single one of them possessed terrifying venom, not at all inferior to the miasma swirling outside.
Just entering this very hall could be deadly and yet this guy was calmly standing in the middle. That was not all. He casually summoned nurous blood swords all around him, blood swords burning with so sort of fire and sent them flying towards the caged beasts.
Horam’s heart dropped. Years and years of efforts gone to waste just like that? His seniors were all going to kill him and rip him into shreds! That is if they were in a good mood. Otherwise, he would beco an experint subject for the next batch of beasts. Just the very thought sent shivers down his spine.
But then wasn’t there another possibility? This madman could actually die here!
After all, these beasts were not ordinary poison beasts. They were terrifyingly venomous, so with no known anti-dote. Horam’s eyes lit up and imdiately exited the hall swiftly.
Die! You bastard, die!
He cursed inwardly and went back to the main hall, waiting for the blood curdling screams.
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