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As he makes his way forward he slides his right hand down towards the handle of his dagger, ready for any surprise brought on by the other commoners of his status.
His eyes glowed as he walked, his bloodlust slowly taking over his sight and mind as he tried to shake it off and continue forward towards his adoptive mother's residence.
The sounds of the city ruptured louder and louder as his thoughts became even darker, his brain now just wanting to kill every last of the commoners, spilling their guts all among the ground and feasting on their decappitated heads and drinking their cold blood.
"Just let me go home..." Tarnek said as he started to push his way through, people now tumbling over from the force of him justling them out of his path. Tarnek started to sense something wrong with his mother. His pushes become nearly punches as he stampedes through the crowds. "I need to see if she's ok.."
Tarnek soon arrives after the long swim through a sea of people and he quickly hustles to his mother's sleeping quarters.
She looked frail, as if she was already a slowly decomposing corpse. Her skin sagged over her bony body, as if it was just silly-putty thrown on her.
"Are you ok, Ma...?" Tarnek asked slowly, yet loud for her to properly hear and understand.
She didn't move.
"M-Ma...?" Tarnek's voice began to become trembolish, fear of his second mother's death now being more than just a nightmare to some.
She didn't move.
"Mommy... Please answer me..." he said softly as he slowly grabbed her hand, feeling no pulse at all. "Mommy..."
She. Didn't. Move.
The mother was traditionally burned as a sacrafice to Satan and all other demons that had been an influence in their lives.
Tarnek sat on the roof al night, his dagger cluthed in his hands as he slowly dragged the blade across his arm, leaving lines of his own blood as the bubbled up slightly.
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