[ Sauron's smile is soft as orc after orc is set upon Adar, sometimes in twos and threes, fours .. back to one ... a younger orc, more scared than eager to fight, an old one who can barely raise his sword, but by and large they are all orcs who have known Adar. Sauron has had the dungeons scoured for the uruk that Adar was most involved with over the last hundred years and thins out the ranks of those who might revolt with their father if he ever flees again.
It is hours before the bloodbath is over, the bodies fed to the onlookers as vampires shriek in joy and werewolves give their hungering packs something to chew on. Black blood slicks the floor like thick oil.
Only when Sauron rises from his chair does the noise in the hall die off.
He shares one last, spiteful look with Adar, then dismisses everyone but his lover. ]
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It is hours before the bloodbath is over, the bodies fed to the onlookers as vampires shriek in joy and werewolves give their hungering packs something to chew on. Black blood slicks the floor like thick oil.
Only when Sauron rises from his chair does the noise in the hall die off.
He shares one last, spiteful look with Adar, then dismisses everyone but his lover. ]