Magnus looked at the others in the hall. These were his Death Soldiers, who would accompany him in five days to challenge the absolute authority of the IMF in the inner world. Their performance could mean the difference between life and death for him, so they needed to be properly placated. "My brethren, drinking wine alone won't do! Krud! Bring out my collection! We'll use the freshest blood to send everyone off!"
When ten terrified humans were forced into the hall, the eyes of every member of the Blood Clan lit up instantly. The greed in their gazes was palpable.
In the next second, screams, the stench of blood, and the sound of tearing flesh filled the entire hall.
Magnus stood on a round table, looking down at the voracious feast unfolding before him.
"Everyone, as long as our plan succeeds, we will have as many Blood Feasts like this as we want!"
The moment he finished speaking, the excited cheers from the crowd almost blew the roof off.
