Over Cooked

Watching from the sidelines, Rhazien indulged in the sweet symphony and anguish and death. Intertwine that with the soft bubbling of magma, the crunching of bone, the last exaggerated breath before life ended…  and bingo! You had an amazing little symphony. It was enough to make any crazed man feel something; carnal lust, blood lust, homicidal lust. Whatever it may be, it was enthralling, especially for the Saxe.

After some time, Cifarelli completed his final act. Watching as he dropped the body and held the skull like a toy, Rhazien flashed him a single eyebrow raise. What was he planning?

Oh. He couldn’t hide the smile that spread across his face- the boy wanted to play catch! What a lovely form of bonding… playing catch with a ball, making small talk, having fun. Only, they were playing with the skull of someone they just killed. What a proud father moment this would be! Laughing a throaty chuckle, Rhazien stepped forward to indulge. “Of course.” He said, motioning for the boy to throw him the head.  

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