Few Hours Prior
Draven sat on the ground inside a fairly lit room, surrounded by a pool of blood.
Beside him, the gorgeous dark hunter lay in her own blood. Wet, choking sounds escaped from her mouth as her slender hands wrapped weakly around her slit throat.
Draven stared at her coldly, yet inwardly, he enjoyed the sight of her suffering. He had personally ensured that he did not give her a quick death like he had done with her colleagues.
The others he killed out of hunger. For the few days he had spent in this facility, he had only been fed normal meals, with not even enough protein in them. Such dishes were not enough to calm, talk more of satisfy the hunger within him. Thus, the moment his ability to use aether returned alongside his strength, the first thing he did was feast, slaying the other dark hunters and leaving only the woman alive.
She lifted her hands weakly, as if pleading for him to end her life.
But Draven simply watched.
