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This animal feeds off blood because it must.

If there is such a thing.

In the ways of mayhem and slaughter, that is.

Realizing how much I relied on them,

Sir Malcolm and Mr. Chandler.

You will not pass me by, will you, Master,

Take it as a sign of something like love.

I have developed a serum, a medicine of sorts.

For what, loving you?

when you kill your husband with a cleaver

It is who they are.

Life and death without the death.

But I have not an ounce of sympathy for any creature who means you harm.

that I require someone with expertise similar to yours,

slaughtered his siblings.

And I belong in hell.

Unblemished by sadness.

You two, flank the doorway.

I want my scars to show.

I am preternaturally healthy,

And I will send my father to hell,

I hoped it would be you.

Let me show you.

Every cruel bastard

The peasants believed that he fed upon it.

and think of me only when you dance.

Thrust or parry.

I heard a friend of Mother say

This good man here...

Every filthy alley.