"Grahhhh!"
The scream of agony ripped through the stone walls, vibrating like a thunderous echo that refused to die down.
Even though he stood outside the chamber, the man clad in blackened armor felt his body stiffen.
A shiver crawled down his spine despite the heavy armor shielding him. The great Kaelith Veyre, feared as the red-eyed devil of the kingdom, the second young master of the Veyre vampire dukedom was trembling not from battle, but from imagining what kind of agony could force that man to scream.
His boots struck the marble floor restlessly as he paced back and forth, each step echoing beneath the ceiling of the vast hallway. The chandeliers above, crafted from diamonds that caught every flicker of torchlight, sparkled mockingly against his storm of unease.
He dragged a hand through his hair, crimson eyes narrowing as though glaring at the golden decor would still the dread that gnawed at him.
