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"Somebody please tell me why did I write him so beautifully? Why did I describe him as the object of pure innocence and kindness when in reality he has me in a psychopath's basement to butcher him and turn him into an invitation." Ea mumbled angrily as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He frowned as he stared at the metal table in front of him. He was holding a saw, an apron covering his body while his hands and the white material were painted a vibrant red color. Unfortunately it was not paint, he hadn't found his secret calling in abstract arts, it was blood and he had been down there for at least two hours butchering a dead body as the king had ordered. 

He felt disgusted and needed to take a bath immediately. He had managed to cut the arms in egual parts counting all of the lords of the elf Kingdom in his mind as she chopped of and sawed all of the parts. He sighed thinking that this was the last thing he was expecting to be doing at this time of day.