"Like I promised you, I found more vampires you can hunt for your revenge for the exile and destruction of your clan. You owe your kin at least that much as the last surviving werewolf," Draken said, a smile on his face, his words dripping with manipulation, stoking the flames of hatred.
"..."
"As agreed, should you hunt this last set of vampires, you are free to go and live your life," Draken said, trying to motivate Rex, his tone coaxing, like a devil offering a poisoned apple.
"I can smell him on you," Rex finally spoke, his voice parched and dry, cracking like old leather after years of silence.
"Good. Are you willing to take the offer?" Draken asked, leaning closer, his demonic eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"I have just one duty. Hunt all vampires till I erase them from this world," Rex said, his eyes glaring with hate and anger, the words a vow forged in the fires of loss, his body tensing with renewed purpose.
