James inspected the fresh wound of his server. It had been years since he saw the color red. He still hated it.
“How dare you bleed in my presence!” Walter said.
No one dared breathe, let alone defend the server.
“I hate RED! I will not put up with it in my home!”
The servant screamed as their blood caught fire. The bloody fuse ran out, and the flame entered the servant’s body. Walter winced, anticipating the bloody explosion, followed by the terrified screams of the townsfolk. Within seconds the ballroom emptied, and Walter stood before Sept James.
“Oh, it’s you.” James said. “You’re wasting your time here; She left me a century ago.”
“The world doesn’t revolve around her.”
James snarled and the two men clashed. Decades of anticipation and the battle ended in minutes. James crumpled into a ball on the floor, joining Walter in death. Walter removed his talisman and left the town burning.
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