The first lord was just about to speak to the second not at all seeing any sense in what he just said since all three lord's had just been killed at the same time and there was no benefit for any of them with that happening, when unexpectedly they all heard an ethereal voice speak to them from inside the circle,
"Foolish humans…" soft yet they suddenly had a great urge to kneel.
"I'm the god of blood and you'll worship me," the voice said again right before the second lord dropped on both knees before falling to the ground dead like a log of wood,
"Hmmm...Not bad. You're at least good for one thing."
The remaining two lord's and three half lord's did not have to be reminded twice as they immediately bowed towards the space in the center of the circle where the voice was coming from with none of them not daring to say a word.