The visit from a fiend (1)

Damek exhaled as the smoke filled his nostrils. He was high from the amount of power he was taking into his body. His vision was getting blurred, his head was pounding and his breath getting raspy.

The other sorcerers standing there began to look at him like some madman. Perhaps it was right to assume he was mad, for he was trying to take on too much power at the same time.

"Bring the blood."

He said to no one in particular. The sorcerers there gazed at each other but none of them said or did anything.

"Bring the fucking blood to me!"

He barked at them. One of the sorcerers then walked closer to him, legs and hands shaking terribly. Damek had already outstretched his arm and was waiting for the blood to be brought to him.

"Master, we no longer have fresh blood. We have exhausted all of our reserves."

The sorcerer said and Damek froze. What was he talking about? They never ran out of blood. There was always some waiting should situations like that call for it.

"What the bloody hell