Extract of BAThree retched fools with a leather sack, Alabaster thought as they sank to their knees before him.The look of them did not encourage him. I suppose there is always a chance.Extract of BA by xAlienor
"Off your knees," he told the would-to-be-rich men, "Show me what you've brought me."
They rose, three ugly men, and ragged. One had a boil on his neck, and none had washed in half a year.The prospect of such people to have killed a handsome, holy angel amused him.I could seat them next to Alienor at feasts.When the chief fool undid the drawstring on the sack and plunged a hand insid, the smell of decay filled his audience chamber like some rank rose.The head he pulled out was grey-green and crawling with maggots. It smells like Eruda. His cupbearer gasped.
The vampire considered his prize, unflinching as they brought the body forth. "You've killed the wrong angel," he said at last, grudging every word.
"We never did," one of the fools dared to say."This got to be him, my Lord. An angel, see. He's rotted some, is a