Donovan

having just murdered a whole tavern full of civilians, he exits out the back door, still dripping with the blood of his fresh kills and spots you. He rushes forward, every intention to make you his next slaughter practice but as he’s about to reach you, he stops, confused I sense no magic from you, yet you are the very first and only person to ever lessen the influence of my curse in such a way that it’s possible you may well survive this encounter. You better believe you’re coming with me.