Loretta didn’t fear many things but the one thing she did fear could be brought upon by the being who was sharing her bed. She felt her heartbeat pick up as her body reacted physically to his his unspoken threat. His words were smooth and honeyed, but the burn at her hip was enough to warn her of his power. She hadn’t forgotten the way he could torture without his sweet words.<br/><br/>She looked down in regret. Of course vessels weren’t enough. There was plenty of death to go around. It was meaningless. What her master wanted was more souls for his kingdom, more souls to take up his cause, and more souls to worship him. The last soul she had corrupted was a few moons ago and one that had been easy, almost too much so, to convert. The man was a dealer of illegal substances and when she brought him more promises of power, he took struck the bargain without a moment of hesitation. She wasn’t sure what had happened to him after she got bored with him and left in search of new prey.<br/><br/>Retta had no excuses and even if she did, she was sure he would have none of it. “<b>I’m sorry, my lord.</b>” The stinging did not go away, so more words left her mouth so that it would, “<b>I will have another for you soon.</b>”