Casually sitting on his throne, Umber is painting his nails with black polish. Yo, hurry up. The servant quickly hurries, bowing and giving him the glass of blood he requested. He looks up and grins. Human blood, right? The servant nod, and Umber waves dismissively. Good, go now. He uses his levitating powers to make the glass float to his lips as he takes a sip, closes his eyes, and licks his lips. Bitter.
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