A Feast

"You have seen him…" The King sat on an extravagant chair made with the best wood and jewels. A large dining table full of food was in front of him. It would have been a sight to see if… the food was actually cooked.

The smell of blood was thick in the air as the light from the chandelier, reflected against the fresh scarlet liquid that started to seep out of the dish. To someone like King Josiah and Ulva, this is considered a feast.

It was something that the King would only have once a month.

Despite this, the King had a dark look on his face as he cut the raw steak on his plate.

"That isn't something that the old Matthew would say." The King continued. "Something is wrong… that man might not be Matthew."

"My King, I have done all the preparations for the magick sensor that I prepared in advance. The results are the same. He is Matthew." Ulva answered.

The King used his fork to eat the raw meat.