The Heir Of Master's Blood

Adrian was sitting on the floor, looking at his master Arik, who was lying on a bed, with an expression that was a mixture of respect and love.

Adrian didn't care how his master was risking his life and feeding on his soul with his deadly actions. It didn't matter to him that chains were attached to his legs and his freedom was taken away from him.

Drinking the sweet blood of his master was worth all of this. Every time Arik picked up the syringe and motioned for Adrian to come forward, Adrian's heart beat with excitement.

Adrian was the first victim Aric had brought to his mansion and it had taken him a long time to subdue him. He had hung him upside down from the ceiling for a long time and burned all parts of his body with a hot rod.

Now, Adrian was proud of the burn scars that remained on his body and said that this is the path he took to bring his heart closer to the Lord.

Adrian:
"My lord, I was very pleased when I learned that you summoned me. Would you like to drink my spirit?"

A frown settled on Arik's forehead.
"Adrian, I told you to come here to tell you something."

The unhappy face of the master worried Adrian.

"Has something happened, my lord?"

"You must leave this mansion. There is no reason for you to be here anymore."

The color drained from Adrian's face.
"But why, my lord? Did I do anything to displease you?"

"The problem is your spirit. The last time I drank from it, I felt no change in my body. Your spirit has lost its empowering properties."

Adrian asked worriedly.
"Isn't there a solution to this problem?"

"Maybe, but I don't want to waste my time thinking about it. There are a lot of delicious spirits in this mansion."

Adrian's heart was crushed by the pain. His master wanted to throw him away like a used tissue. With his strong addiction to the master's blood, how could he live without it?

He started sobbing.
"Master, please let me stay here."

"Impossible. Of course, I know that life without my blood would be too painful for you, so if you want, I can do you a favor and take your life."

Adrian was shocked.
"No, my lord, I do not want to die."

Arik gave him a look that was a mixture of contempt and pity.
"Soon you will be in a state where you will wish to die."

Adrian left the lord's mansion that night. As he was passing through the courtyard, he saw some servants whipping the newly arrived victims. He thought to himself:
"They must feel miserable now, but they don't know that I am ready to give everything to be in their place."

And then he turned and looked at the window of the master's room on the top floor.
"My lord, I love you from the bottom of my heart and I hate you too. Know that I will endure the pain with all my heart and survive and avenge you.

I am the heir of your blood. All the blood in your body belongs to me and one day I will take it from you."