Ronald

Ronald lay on the cold marble table, feeling like his body weighed a hundred tons. He watched the Duke finish his prayers.

"Open your hand," the Duke commanded, fixing his blood-shot eyes on Ronald.

"I'm scared, sir. What are you going to do to me?"

"I'll show you the path to eternity and I'll give you the power you need to avenge your parents' death." The Duke narrowed his eyes. "Or do you regret your decision?" he asked.

Ronald shook his head and opened his hand. Quick like a snake, the Duke used his dagger to cut Ronald's palm. A sharp pain struck Ronald, originating in the cut and sending shivers throughout his body. Ronald's eyes closed slowly, his lids too heavy to keep them open anymore. The pain receded, and Ronald sunk into lethargy.