Even after centuries of practice, it never grew less unsettling when it happened this way – sloppily. Gorily. Murder had never been his favourite method of disposal.
“What’s this?” he asked impatiently, staring down at the bloodied mess on the floor.
“Oh, good,” remarked a figure concealed by shadows, a familiar glint of malice appearing from the darkness of the room. “You’re here. Finally, I might add.”