บท 165: A dangerous illusion (part two)

If there is one thing that Kingdom of Sezeria has done well, it is teaching me how not to feel for villains. Or, in fact, teaching me not to feel at all. After so many weeks of dealing with cocky vampires staring me down the hallways whispering death threats as I pass, and several bullshit attempts on my life, I have emerged a Queen who will not only slay a creature, but an entire horde of them. That is not to say I do not care for vampires, rather there are many I would like to see reformed and liberated. But that does not mean I have to put up with their shit.

Azrael is no exemption from this. As soon as I get my hands around his scrawny little neck, I am going to strangle him into submission, and skewer his heart for silver for good measure. After all, in this place, everyone gets what they deserve.