Cain wiped the back of his hand across his mouth as the last trace of blood slid down his throat.
The body of the leprechaun hung limp in his grasp for a moment longer before his fingers loosened. It fell with a dull thud against the broken ground of the Nightmare Realm. The corpse looked small now. Empty. Whatever life and strength it once had was gone, drained like water from a cracked cup.
Cain glanced down at it with mild disappointment.
"You are already crazy," he muttered under his breath, his voice quiet but filled with annoyance. "Why seek reason?"
The words drifted through the dead air like smoke.
He had expected something better.
The creature had screamed strange things while fighting him. Words about fighting. Words about honor. Words about him being feared. In the end, the beast with no mind left had grasped something causing his blood to taste bitter.
Cain had hoped the blood of a leprechaun warrior would taste better than that.
